I mull over my decision, knowingwholeheartedly I want to be wherever Ryan is.
“I guess I can take the Bar in both New Yorkand Nevada.”
“Really? You’ll come?”
“I’ll go, but Ryan.” I pause. “I don’t knowhow much longer I can live with you doing this. Especially if…” Itrail off.
“I know baby, I know it’s hard to deal withsometimes,” he slides down onto his stomach and wraps his armsaround my waist, forcing me down with him. “Just a little whilelonger, for our future.”
“It’s already been two years,” I expel arestless breath.
“Please don’t get your head wrapped aroundit, this is supposed to be a stress free night,” he says, runninghis fingers down my side.
“Wrapped around it?” I laugh sardonically.“I’m lying right in the middle of it,” I look up at the whitedecorative molding on the ceiling; it reminds me of delicatefiligree.
“I never finished your back rub,” Ryan says,and I know he’s trying to distract me from my uncertainties. With agentle nudge, he urges me to roll over and I do it withouthesitation, because right now, distraction is exactly what Ineed.
I don’t want to think, I don’t want to worry.I don’t want to be reminded that when we leave this room, it won’tbe Ryan walking next to me.
It’ll be Jack the Stripper.
Ryan straddles my legs, and brushes his handsall over my back, his touch light as a feather. Running his fingersthrough my hair, he leans down and kisses my neck. Softly at first,then with increasing pressure.
“Do you remember when you wanted a tattoo,”he asks, “but wouldn’t get it because of your father?”
“Yes, so you drew one on me in permanentmarker,” I giggle. “It took a week to wash off.”
“I’m glad you didn’t get it,” he says,tracing an infinity symbol with the tip of his finger at the baseof my neck.
“Why? I thought body art was your favoritetype of expression,” I tease, recalling a conversation we had alifetime ago.
“It is, but your skin is just too beautifulto mark up,” he kisses my shoulder and the heat from his mouthelectrifies down my body. He grabs both of my wrists and pulls themup over my head; his full weight now on top of me. I can’t move ashe restrains me; my heart racing at 110 mph. With one hand holdingmy wrists, he slides the other underneath me and cups one of mybreasts.
“You drive me fucking crazy, you know that?”he asks as he digs his erection into me.
Arching underneath him, I lift my ass to seejust how crazy I can make him. He moans loudly as he dry humps mefrom behind. The sound does wild things to me. Letting go of mywrists, he sits up and slides his boxers off, the mattress dippingunderneath his knees. Then sweetly and softly, Ryan kisses my backas he slides my panties over and inserts one finger inside me,bringing my whole being to life.
With one arm he holds me down as he coaxesand coerces my body with the other, pushing it to the limit. Andafter a few long, hard, heat-inducing minutes he withdraws, justbefore he flips me right over the edge.
With my arms still stretched over my head andmy breathing heavy, Ryan crawls on top of me. Spreading my legsopen with his, he surges into me without any warning, the rushcausing me to gasp as I clutch the sheets and press my foreheadfirmly against the mattress. Hooking one arm underneath me heslightly lifts my hips, then begins to move exactly the way hedances; passionately, keenly, instinctively feeding my body exactlywhat it needs. Exactly what its craving. Devouring each pull andevery push.
As I listen to his tortured sighs and feelhis slick skin slide across mine, my mind goes blank, and there isonly Ryan. Inside me, on top of me, suffusing every part of me.
He tangles his hand in my hair and tugs,gently pulling my head back, “I want to be the only one who touchesyou like this,” he rasps in my ear, sending my body and my emotionsspinning out of control. I’m a hot spring of yearning as my climaxbuilds deep within my core. Aching and throbbing, I’m desperate forevery inch of him. Then, with one hard thrust he snaps me like arubber band and I choke out my orgasm as he pulls harder on myhair.
“Alana,” Ryan groans as he finds his ownrelease; constricting his arm tighter around me, rendering mestill. Then he collapses on top of me, his breath hot and heavyagainst my back.
“You’re so fucking incredible,” he says as hewraps himself around me.
“You may have told me once or twice,” Igiggle languidly.
“I’ll tell you for the rest of your life ifyou’ll let me.” He hugs me tighter.
I will.
Ryan locks the door to the B&B and slipsthe key back into his jean pocket, just as Emily emerges frombehind some hanging beads with a big, buff blonde guy in tow. Shefreezes when she sees Ryan and me, with an expression on her facethat looks like she’s just been caught with her hand in the cookiejar.
“Don’t tell Alex,” she saysautomatically.