Ryan’s jaw drops, immediately catching mydrift.
“I’m cool with that,” his smile is so big Ican’t help but laugh. Without wasting any time, he starts to runhis hands slowly up my hips, as if re-familiarizing himself with mycurves; his touch is every bit sexual as it is sensual, and I havea feeling this is going to be one hell of a day. My t-shirt catchesover his forearms, riding up as his hands travel over my torso,over my breasts and around to my back. He doesn’t kiss me though.He just stares. My whole body springs to life; every nerve, everycell, every muscle. That’s Ryan’s effect, pure vitality. I place myhands on his chest, looking down at the little scar on his leftpeck. I touch it and he smiles.
“My little piece of you,” he says.
It’s the scar my cigarette left the firstnight we met.
I kiss it and he groans. Then he grabs myhand and yanks me out of the kitchen. I’m in his room, being pushedonto the bed before I can think. He crawls slowly on top of me,unhurried, predatory. Then he slides my t-shirt over my head,exposing me to him. I lay there as he takes his sweet timeexploring my body; stretching every inch into a mile. It’s mindbending that he can make me feel this aroused, this loved, thisworshiped with only the tips of his fingers. I don’t know how longhe’s at it, but I finally reach the point it feels so good itstarts to hurt. Ryan begins kissing me, and not on the lips orcheeks or neck, but right where he left off last night, like he cansense my need for release.
“Don’t stop me Alana,” he implores, his voicethrowing me straight into overdrive. I don’t say no when he pullsmy pink, lacy VS’s off. I close my eyes and tilt my head as he goesto work, pushing me, building me, teasing me with pressure; finallybreaking me apart like I’m made of glass. I can’t breathe and I seestars as the orgasm rips right through me.
Holy shit.
As I slowly come back down to earth I findRyan lying beside me; his head propped up onto one hand, and he’ssmiling. A huge shit-eating grin.
Cocky bastard.
“I could do that all day,” he moans in myear.
“I could let you,” I laugh.
“I want to be the only person who does thatto you,” he slides his nose up and down my cheek.
I bite my lip. “One thing at a time,” I tellhim.
“I’ll take whatever I can get,” he kisses mecompellingly and digs his hard-on into my hip.
A noise wakes me. It sounds like an alarm. Ipick my head up and see Ryan reaching for his phone. We stayed inbed all day, and it was, amazing? Remarkable? Incredible? None ofthese words really encompass it.
No sex, justdiscovery.
Ryan shifts, kisses me on the forehead, andthen slips out of bed.
“Where are you going?” I ask groggy.
“Shower, then work.”
I bolt upright, “Work? But it’sThursday.”
“Yeah? I work Thursday, Friday and Saturdaynights.”
My heart sinks into my ribcage as realitysets in; I have to share him with other women. I cringe as I thinkabout last week, watching him bump and grind all over Emily. Andnow he’s going to go do that to some other girl tonight. I feelsick. After the day we had, how am I supposed to let him out thefront door?
“Alana, are you okay?” Ryan asks. “You lookpale.”
I gaze up at him. He’s standing by thehallway, a towel draped over his shoulder, looking all hot and sexyand deliciously edible.
Oh God, oh God, what do I tell him? Not togo? That I’m too insecure with his career choice? That the thoughtof his hands on another woman makes me want to break something?
I throw the covers off and hop out of bed; Igrab my clothes and dress hastily. Maybe if I get out of here fastenough we won’t have to talk about this.
“Alana?” Ryan is suddenly grabbing my arm,“Don’t leave.”
“What am I supposed to do Ryan, hang aroundhere by myself while you’re out humping other women?”
I’ll go nuts.
“I thought we talked about this?”