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“Nope.” Pushing off the doorframe, he wrapped his hand around her wrist, then pulled her over the threshold and into the house, closing the door behind her.
“What are you doing?” She jerked her hand from his grasp. “You have plans. I wouldn’t want to keep you waiting.”
“Then you should probably get undressed.”
Her mouth fell open. She couldn’t stop it, just like she couldn’t stop the punch of lust that hit her straight in the stomach before traveling south.
“Excuse me?” she managed.
He sauntered forward and took the zipper of her jacket between his strong, calloused fingers. She shuffled back, until she hit the closed door.
“What are you doing?” Her throat had gone dry, but the space between her thighs was damp.
“Helping you.” He slid the zipper down slowly. “So, you don’t keep me waiting.” As his thighs brushed the front of hers, her entire body threatened to give way. Closing her eyes, she forced a breath through her nose, pulling the scent of him inside her.Inside her. Right where she wanted him.
Her eyes flashed open. No. That was crazy. Absurd. She couldn’t have Ryan inside her. They’d done that, and now they had Ellie. They both loved Ellie, and their daughter loved them and the perfectly strange arrangement they’d managed. They couldn’t screw everything up by wanting each other.
“Are you drunk?” She reached for his hands, but they’d already parted the zipper and were on her shoulders, under her jacket, pushing the material away. She shivered. This time, not from the cold. His rough hands on her delicate skin made her senses hum. The jacket hit the floor with a clatter of metal zipper on hardwood.
“No. Would that help?” he whispered against her throat. Her head fell back against the door. For a moment, she let herself pretend this was normal. That Ryan put his lips on her neck every day. Her body couldn’t be fooled though. Her breasts ached to be touched, and her core throbbed. She squeezed her thighs together to keep from grinding her pelvis against his.
“Ryan.” She hadn’t meant to moan his name, but she couldn’t help it.
“Yeah?” His mouth traveled from her neck, closer to her chest, nibbling over her collarbone on his journey.
“Ryan, what are you doing?” She finally managed to lift her head and find her brain.
“Giving you your Christmas present.”
“By unwrapping me?”
His hand trailed up her bare arm to her shoulder and across her chest. If her nipples got any harder, they were going to slice right through her sports bra and tank top.
One side of Ryan’s full, kissable mouth quirked up. “Nah, that’s my present.”
Cassie shook her head. Despite the intense semi-conscious grind session the week before, they’d gone five years without touching. What the hell had gotten into him?
“Are you dying?”
“What?” His head snapped up, and he stumbled back slightly.
He didn’t look like he was dying. He looked young and fit, and his skin had been hot against hers. Still…
“You’re sick. Delirious.” She put a hand to his forehead, checking for fever the way he’d done her earlier.
“I’m not sick.” He took her hand from his forehead and placed her palm flat on his chest. Underneath, his heart beat frantically.
“Then why are you talking like this?” As she flexed her hand against his pec, her thumb brushed across his nipple.
“It’s your Christmas present,” he reminded her.
She forced her gaze to his. “You mentioned that, but –”
“You told Sophie you needed to get laid for Christmas.” He shuffled closer, almost succeeding at making her miss what he’d said.
Almost.
“Excuse me? Did you just… Were you trying…? What the fuck, Ry!” She shoved him away. Instantly, her body missed the warmth.
