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He spoke the truth. She didn’t know that she’d ever been so wet or willing in her life.
“Please. Ryan. More.”
“God, I love hearing you beg.” A second finger joined the first, pumping faster, harder as his thumb rubbed her clit. If he’d promise to touch her like this every day, she’d gladly get on her knees without shame and beg, but words were getting harder to come by. Her breaths turned to moans, and her thoughts turned to raw need. Then her body became nothing but sensation. Release. Pleasure starting in the center of her being and pulsing to the very edges. She cried out. Gripping Ryan’s shoulder, her nails dug into the bare flesh, until Ryan cursed softly against her throat. Slowly she relaxed, letting her hand slide down his chest to his belt. He removed his hand from her pants. Then, meeting her eyes, he sucked his fingers into his mouth. Her body forgot her orgasm, and new lust surged through her at the erotic sight. As she reached for his dick, her hand brushed over the damp material of his jeans. Ryan chuckled under his breath. Together, they inspected the small wet spot on the front of his pants where his own orgasm had spilled. When she dared to glance at his face, his red cheeks made her stomach twist and her heart trip. She’d never seen Ryan blush before.
Chuckling, he looked down at his crotch. “That’s starting to become a habit with you.”
“Does that mean…”
“What? That I wanted you and enjoyed getting a taste of you?”
She swallowed.No.She’d planned to ask if that meant they wouldn’t be having sex. But his question held equal validity.
“Very much,” he responded to his own question.
“So, the getting laid part?” she dared ask.
His face broke out in a wide grin. The grin that always made her slightly dizzy. She loved that grin. “Eager now, are you?” He moved her ponytail off her shoulder. His hand lingered on her bare skin. The touch was gentle, simple– one they’d shared hundreds of times as they raised their daughter together.
Ellie. What would happen to their daughter when Cassie and Ryan screwed up their little family by having sex?
Suddenly sobering, she slid away. “No,” she answered him. Although she wanted him now more than ever, she couldn’t ruin their happy, if unconventional, little family. “We can’t sleep together Ryan. It would be… We just can’t.” Snatching her jacket from the floor, she hurried from the house and down the walkway to her car.
“Cass.” Ryan ran after her.
She pulled open her car door only to have him close it. His chest pressed against her back, pinning her between his hard body and the car. Despite the near freezing temperature, her body burned.
“Don’t run from me,” he whispered in her ear. “You think this is going to go away because you ignore it? I’ve been trying for five years. It doesn’t work.” She gasped as he ground his erection into her backside. “Consider that a stocking stuffer because I still want to give you your present.”
She turned around, sliding against every inch of him as she did. “Ryan, I don’t need it. I don’t –”
“I do.” He gripped her hips, holding her against him, and lowered his forehead to hers. The gesture was somehow more intimate than the way he’d touched her inside his house. “I need it, Cass. I need you. It can bemyChristmas gift.”
Tentatively, she settled her hands on his chest and closed her eyes. Underneath her palms, his muscles rippled. Touching him felt nice. Natural and familiar but also new and tempting. Did she really want to deny herself something that felt so right?
“I’ll think about it,” she whispered.
“Think about it?” His fingers flexed, kneading the tension from her hips.
She nodded. “But definitely not today.”
He groaned.
Easing away, she explained, “I’ve been running. I’m gross.”
He buried his face in her neck and breathed deeply. “You smell delicious. Good enough to eat.” He nipped her neck.
“No.” She wouldn’t back down from this. She wore a sports bra and whatever panties had been clean and comfortable. Ryan usually had sex with literal supermodels. If she did end up sleeping with him, she wouldn’t do it wearing her “mom” underwear. “I thought I was spending the night watching Netflix with Ellie. I hadn’t even entertained the idea of getting –”
“Laid? Screwed?” He winked.
“Naked,” she replied.
“I’ve seen you,” he reminded her.
“You were drunk,” she countered. “I was younger and hadn’t had a baby.”
His hands tightened on her hips, and he pulled her flush against him, where she fit like a puzzle piece. “I wasn’t drunk. And I’ve never seen anyone as sexy as you were carrying my child. Watching you raise her, mother her. Fuck, Cass, there’s nothing sexier.”
