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“You told Sophie you needed to get laid for Christmas. You even went so far as to give Levi another chance. I just figured…” He gestured down his body.
“Oh. My. God.” She pushed away from the door. This wasnothappening. She must’ve fallen on her run and hit her head. Right now, she was in a coma having crazy dreams while the real Ryan took care of their daughter fully dressed and not fucking crazy.
“Cassie…Cass.”
She held up a hand to shush him. She needed a minute. She needed a few minutes. She needed to walk out the door and start this entire day over. What the hell was going on?
She turned to ask him that very question, but again, her mouth fell open. How was her throat dry, but her mouthwatering? Ryan McLeod was too damn sexy for his own good. Worse, he fucking knew it. He lounged against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. Although he blocked the view of his sculpted pecs, his biceps were doing an admirable job providing worthy scenery. God, Ryan had magnificent arms. Muscled with just enough of those sexy veins running through them to make her notice them all the time. The dark ink highlighted every line of muscle. His arms were strong, yet gentle. How many times had she watched him cradle their daughter in those arms or lift her high above his head so she could fly? And how many times had she silently wished he would wrap them around her?No. Absolutely not. She wouldn’t admit to that.
He cleared his throat. “You about finished overthinking this?”
“Ihavetooverthink,” she explained. “Since you are so hell-bent onnotthinking at all.” She placed her hands on her hips. The movement only served to push her full breasts and their sensitive nipples against the tight compression of her sports bra. Ryan’s gaze turned dark as he took in her pointed peaks, and his tongue flicked over his bottom lip. Suddenly, she wanted that tongue flicking over her nipple.
“Ryan.” Even to her own ears, her voice sounded too husky.
“Listen Cass. It’s no big deal. You told Sophie you needed to get laid. This morning, you seemed a little frustrated. I thought I could help you out.” Like the night in her living room, his casual tone crashed like ice water over her burning libido.
“‘No big deal? Help me out?’” He couldn’t be serious. She’d known that half-conscious hookup would come back to bite her in the ass. “Ry, this isn’t like when I ask you to cut my grass or fix my sink. This is sex. This is us naked. You inside me.Fucking.” By the time she finished, she was yelling. Yelling and panting. She wanted to pretend only anger fueled her, but that would be a lie. The thought of Ryan inside her made breathing difficult.
Finally, Ryan released a breath and dropped his arms. “My bad,” he conceded. “I just… I thought of you looking for someone else to … I wanted to give you what you want, and …protect you.”
Cassie smirked. “You were mysafealternative?”
He gave her a sober look, almost wounded. “You know me, Cassie. I’d never hurt you or make you do anything you didn’t want.”
True. He’d never force her. He wouldn’t have to. She’d never wanted anyone the way she still wanted Ryan which was what made him dangerous. No matter what anyone else did to her body, only Ryan held her heart.
Voice softening, he whispered, “Come on, Baby.”
Her body tingled at the endearment, reminding her of the way he’d panted it as he sank into her.
Stepping closer, he tugged at her ponytail. The pull awakened nerves in her most sensitive areas. “You want me, Cassie.”
Was she that transparent, or were her nipples just that hard? “Does that matter?”
He blanched. “Of course, it matters. I don’t want to have sex with someone who doesn’t want me.”
“Seriously? Isn’t that what you’re asking me to do?” A pity fuck. That’s what people called this.
“You don’t think I want you?” As he pressed forward, that predatory gleam returned to his eyes.
She almost tripped over her tennis shoes as she backpedaled. “No.” Her voice cracked. Clearing her throat, she repeated, “No. I think you care for me, but I don’t think you want me.”
His hands dug into her hips, and he wrenched her forward, pressing her body against his. She could feel something long and hard against her belly. “That is what even thethoughtof you does to me, Cass. After waking up with you on top of me and tasting you again, all I can think about is being inside you.”
Oh. My. God.Had any other sentence in her life ever been so freaking hot? Wetness slid from her body, dampening her panties. He could slide right in … and out… and in again. She met his gaze. His pupils were so large his eyes were almost black. He wanted her. He wanted her, and he cared for her. She could do this. Shewantedto do this. He shifted his hips, nudging against the seam of her pants. Fire erupted between her thighs, sending sparks shooting through her body. A low moan escaped her, drawing his gaze to her mouth. Before she could predict what he’d do next, he crushed his mouth to hers.
Ryan’s lips on hers was like being let into a warm home after being stranded in a snowstorm. Her body tingled. Thawed. Burned. Reawakened. Wrapping her ponytail around his fist, he held her head in place as he feasted hungrily from her mouth. Any protests she may have had vanished as his tongue slid between her lips. She wanted that tongue slipping between more intimate lips. Pulling her hair, he tilted her head back and nipped at her naked throat. She groaned, a hungry sound she’d never heard from herself before.
“I want you,” he whispered into her skin. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Cassie.”
His words both surprised her and fueled her own hunger. She’d wanted him too, but after what she’d seen in Costa Rica, she’d never fooled herself into thinking she’d ever have him. He cupped her breast, the rough skin of his palm catching on the silky fabric of her tank. As he bit at the swell of her breast just over the scoop of her sports bra, she threw her head back. Against her thigh, his erection pressed demandingly. She reached for him, rubbing him through his jeans.
“Jesus,” he murmured before his own hand slid down the front of her running pants.
Her core throbbed. His fingers slipped between her folds, over the raw bundle of nerves. She cried out, thrusting her hips forward and forcing one thick finger inside her.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he growled.
