Page 49 of Special Delivery

My heartbeat thuds in my eardrums as my eyes focus on the finger currently touching my chest. The word coward echoes in my brain, and liquid fire travels through my body. With quick breaths, I lift my gaze up to his, and the darkness within them snaps the last thread of resistance I had.

Not fully in control of my body, I pull him by the white shirt, pressing my lips to his. He lets out a surprised breath but catches up quickly, working his mouth over mine. I can feel the smirk on his lips, but instead of annoying me, it only makes me want him more. His lips are soft and warm, and even though my body is burning, they’re exactly what I need. His scent invades my nostrils like a drug, the notes of spicy vanilla making me dizzy.

He inches closer to me, pulling my body flush to his and snakes his hand to the back of my hair. With the way he holds me, it would be impossible to escape, but escape is the last thing I want. He’s right. I’m a coward.

And when he slips his tongue into my mouth, I decide I don’t want to be a coward anymore. My tongue joins his, and they work in tandem, dancing and fighting, while sending tingles down my spine. His other hand travels to my ass, grabbing it roughly, and I let out a gasp. Finally, the hand fisting his shirt opens and splays over his hard chest. Fuck, he tastes good. And smells good. Feels good, too.

“Paige, we’re outside,” he whispers against my lips, pulling only slightly away. “We should get inside.”

“Who’s the coward now?” I respond, pulling him back into the kiss.

His chuckle is low and sexy, but he breaks the kiss, making me panic. “If not wanting random tourists seeing everything I want to do to you makes me a coward, so be it.”

His words leave me breathless, and he uses the pause to place both hands on the back of my thighs and lift me up. My legs wrap around him expertly, like this isn’t the first time this ever happened, and my hips start fidgeting of their own accord. My clit connects to the hard shaft of his cock, and a moan escapes me.

Ryan starts moving. I hear the click of a lock, but I’m too out of it to care. We walk some more, not breaking the kiss, until I’m dropped onto a soft surface. My eyes snap open, realizing we’re in my room. Or his room. Who the fuck cares?

The only important thing right now is the fact that Ryan is unbuttoning his shirt before dropping it to the floor. I’ve seen him shirtless this week plenty of times, but this time it’s different. It’s for me. The way the moonlight casts a shadow highlighting his defined muscles should be illegal. He drops his pants, too, and stands before me in only a pair of straining black boxers. My lips part, and he climbs onto the bed, placing each knee next to my hips.

“I need you out of this, baby,” he whispers.

I nod profusely before helping him get the dress over my hips, chest, and finally head. My cheeks heat as I’m left in only a bra and panties, but his next words erase all traces of my embarrassment.

“Fuck. Look at you. You’re a fucking wet dream.” My white cotton underwear is hardly lingerie, but he seems to like it, nonetheless. His head reaches mine, and he lands a quick kiss on my lips. “I don’t want to rush you. Tell me what you want.”

I hesitate, rolling my bottom lip. I can’t possibly tell him what I want.

He watches me for a second before adding, “You don’t want to tell me?”

I shake my head. Deep down, I know I’m being childish, but this is so far out of my comfort zone that I can barely breathe, let alone speak.

“You want me to tell you what to do?” He lifts my chin with his finger, our gazes locked.

My chin dips.

“You want to be my good girl?”

The gravel of his voice travels straight to my core, sending blood to my clit. It practically burns, begging to be touched. I want to be his good girl more than anything. This time, my head does three nods in succession.

A faint smile appears on his face, and my chest expands. “You want to do every single depraved thing I tell you to do?”

I take a shaky breath before gulping. These ideas never crossed my mind, but now that they’re here, right in front of me, they’re impossible to ignore. He stares at me, waiting for an answer, so I finally muster a breathy, “Yes.”

His smirk is devilish as he says, “Good. Get on your knees then.” He scoots off me, positioning himself to sit on the edge of the bed.

Dread builds in my throat when I realize what’s coming. My mouth salivates at the thought of having his dick inside, but my stomach churns with nerves. Will I be any good at it? My experience is limited, and it’s been a while. Curiosity wins, so I drop down from the bed, positioning myself on my knees in front of him.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he murmurs, and my nipples perk up underneath the cotton bra. “Take my boxers off.”

I do as he says, eager to see him in all his glory. The straining fabric of the boxers leaves nothing to the imagination, but I’m still buzzing with anticipation as he lifts his hips to help me. Slowly, I peel his underwear down his legs. His cock springs out, fully erect, and a gasp escapes me.

“Shit, Paige. You’re going to make me come just by looking at me like that.”

His words spur me on. I might not know what the hell I am doing, but it seems like he’s into it. Into me. His cock is thick and long, and I realize the dildos Emma and Jordan ordered might not be so unrealistic, after all. Still, as a hand wraps around him hesitantly, the contrast is stark. He’s warm, the skin soft and smooth like velvet.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. We can stop this anytime.”

His words, though thoughtful and protective, piss me the hell off. Stopping this is the last thing I’d want. The hand around his dick tightens, and he releases a hiss. Immense pleasure travels through me at the sound. It’s me. I affect him this way.