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Ryan’s gaze burned into her, and she knew he could tell she hadn’t given it to him straight.
“Okay, I said we’d start easy. Maybe we’ll come back to that one. How about work? That’s comfortable territory for you. How’d you end up working for Jared?”
She took a deep breath and slowly let it go. Now, this wasn’t so bad. “Well, I started working in the mailroom before college. It paid better than the other grunt jobs I’d been offered, and I needed the money. Besides, it was a strong company, and I wanted to get my foot in somewhere I’d have a future.”
Ryan swung his legs off the bed and looked over his shoulder. “You’ve been planning like this since before college?”
“I knew what I wanted.” That was true. Though, neglecting to mention the circumstances that forced her revelation bordered on deceit through omission. She could live in the gray area this once.
He walked into the bathroom and rifled through one of the drawers. “Okay. I know you’re driven, almost pathologically so, but why no men? You could still date and get ahead in the company.”
“I date,” she corrected, the indignant tone in her voice unjustified.
Returning to the bed with a small bottle in hand, he stared at her, waiting. It wasn’t as though they’d just met.
“Fine. I rarely date. There isn’t time in my schedule for romance. You know what our work is like, how often we’re gone.”
“I know.” He wasn’t giving. And in the hope of preventing him from telling her how much he dated, she gave him what he was looking for. “Romance is distracting, and honestly, my limited forays into it weren’t that great. Mostly, I just didn’t miss not having it in my life.”
“Mostly?” He poured a small portion of what she now saw was scented oil into his palm. Setting the bottle aside, he rubbed his hands together and then reached for her thigh, massaging slow, strong circles into her muscle. “So there was something you missed. Tell me about him.”
“Him?” His hands moved down her leg to her calf, his thumbs slid around the muscle then worked through it. God, this was good.
“Yeah. I want to know what you missed. Was it one guy, something sexy, emotional?”
She considered. She couldn’t deny there were times she felt a longing, but they had very little to do with the men she’d been with. She would watch a movie, or read a book, and envy the connection between the hero and heroine. But it wasn’t a firsthand experience.
“It’s funny to say, but I think what I missed is something I’ve never actually had.” She looked away feeling shy. “Until now.”
His hands slid, fingers splayed, warm and strong, up her leg to her hip and across her belly.
She covered his hands with her own, following the path he laid. “I’ve never felt like I couldn’t stand to not touch someone before. I wondered what it would be like.”
Ryan looked up at her, taking their hands up over her ribs to cup her breasts within his palms. Her hands remained over his, following his movement even as he slowly massaged the full globes and circled her nipples.
He was making her wet again.
“What do you like, Beth?” His voice was deep, his words slow. “What excites you?”
Her gaze locked on him. She swallowed. “You do.”
A subtle smile quirked his lips. “I like that, but I mean before this trip.” He slid one hand down between her legs, and before she realized what he was doing, he’d reversed their hands so that his was on top and her fingers were tracing the slow, steady circles around her clit.
“Tell me what you thought about the last time you touched yourself like this.”
A blaze of heat scorched her cheeks and chest. Her breath caught. She knew exactly what she’d been thinking of.
She tried to pull her hand away, but Ryan caught it. “You shook on it. You have to do what I say, answer what I ask. Right now, I want to watch you make yourself come, and I want to hear what you think about when you do it.”
Placing her fingers back at her sex, he returned to massaging her thighs.
It was exciting in a way she’d never imagined, to have him watch as she touched herself. She parted her legs wider, thrilled by the way his gaze traveled to the source of her pleasure. Her breath came faster as sparks and jolts of pleasure streaked through her body.
Her knees dropped open, her hips rocking with the rhythm of her strokes. “I thought…about you.”
He froze and, his hands mere inches from her sex, peered up at her. Slowly, he began to massage her again, his oil-slicked fingers sliding firm against her muscles. “Then I’m going to have to make sure I live up to your fantasies.”
Ryan poured more oil into his palms and rubbed it into her inner thighs. “In your fantasies, do I kiss you?”
