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He licks his lips. "You'll think I'm a creep."
"I would never."
His eyes dart over to me. "Weeks? Months, maybe?"
Ryan's hand glides over my thigh, squeezes, grazes back up over my pussy. God, I'm so wet. I can barely breathe, barely think. "Oh my God," I whisper, closing my eyes.
"We're here," he says.
My eyes open to find that we've pulled into the parking lot behind Ryan's building, and I unbuckle my seatbelt in a hurry. Ryan meets me halfway as I come around the back, and he loops his arm around my waist and practically carries me to the door to his building, through the lobby, and into the elevator.
The doors slide shut.
And he's touching me...his hands are on my hips, his lips on mine, our breaths coming in harsh gasps. I let out a breathy sigh as I tilt my head back, Ryan undressing me in the damn elevator, his big hands on the buttons of my shirt.
Ding.
The elevator doors open. Ryan scrambles with his keys. I'm so turned on that it feels like I'm seeing everything through a rosy haze as he opens the door, lets me in—
—and then we're alone.
We're standing in his dark apartment in the middle of the night.
And he has plans for me.
Chapter ten
Ryan
Here we are.
Me and Sophia.
Alone after hours of planning what I'm going to do to her...
...and now I can't remember a damn thing.
I scoop her into my arms, her lower back arching as she throws her arms around my neck, kissing me hard. I thought I would be the one desperate for her, but she gives herself to me like she was mine to begin with.
I run my fingers through her hair, pulling red curls from their ponytail, and I pull her head back slightly so I can look at her.
"I'm taking you upstairs," I growl. "Then I'm going to make you come for hours, Sophia."
She doesn't even say anything, wrapping her arms and legs around me, letting me lift her up and carry her toward the stairs. Tex follows us a bit, but then he realizes that this is none of his business and, thankfully, stays downstairs. Sophia's lips brush kisses against my neck as I carry her up, then I lay her gently onthe bed, looking down at her for a split second to memorize this image for life before I start to undress her.
She reaches for the buttons of her shirt—already partially askew, showing that black lace bra again—but I crawl over her and straddle her hips to bat her hands away.
"I've been imagining undressing you too long to let you do it yourself," I say. "Let me."
Sophia puts her arms over her head, grey eyes trained on mine, and I reach for the buttons. I'm slow and methodical, savoring every second, even though I'm painfully hard, my cock straining against my jeans. She gasps when I undo the final button and open her shirt, then run my hands down over her breasts, her belly, her hips...
"Fuck," she curses.
"Are you okay?" I ask.
She nods. "I'm...fuck, Ryan, I'm so wet. I want you."
I chuckle. "And I want to savor this...so I'm taking my sweet time with you."
