“I’m giving you everything I can.”
“I want more.”
“I don’t know if I can give you any more.” Her voice is shaky and small.
“It’s all or nothing. I can’t have it any other way.”
“Are you giving me an ultimatum?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re different.”
She turns her head away from me and closes her eyes again. I know this is hard for her. I know that I’m pushing, but I need to do this. To make her force what she’s feeling. It’s the only way I’ll ever get anywhere with her emotionally. The chilling part is my little stunt might backfire right in my face and leave me with nothing. But it’s a risk I’m willing to take.
Stupidly.
But I need her.
All of her.
“Do you want to know what it’s like?” I murmur, skimming two fingertips across her cheek, entrapped by her vulnerability. A side she so rarely ever shows. “Do you want to know what it feels like to be touched by someone who loves you?”
She raises her eyes to mine, and they burn a hole right through me. The brown fierce, frightened, and formidable. There is always one underlying theme in every conversation we have about her family. Affection. Or, should I say, the lack thereof. It kills me that she has no idea that every time I touch her it’s filled with love. Every time I kiss her or caress her I’m telling her how I feel.
Tonight, I’m going to make it crystal clear.
“Do you?” I urge.
She inhales sharply, not answering immediately. I wait. Impatiently. Hoping I hear the right word. “Yes,” she breathes faintly to my astonishment.
“Yes?”
“Yes, I want you to touch me,” she voices boldly, steeling herself against the wall like I’m a battering ram about to impale her.
Maybe I am.
I don’t waste one second dropping to my knees. I look up and meet her apprehensive eyes. I grin devilishly, lifting just one corner of my mouth, then I part the sand-colored towel and place a scorching hot kiss on her stomach right below her navel. I hear Alana’s breath hitch, and I swear her rapid heartbeat is vibrating through her entire body. Her restlessness is sexy as hell. I slide my hands up the back of her soft legs, all the way until I’m grabbing her bare ass and holding her in place, then I press soft kisses down her stomach, moving lower and lower until I meet the sensitive flesh between her thighs. My whole being ignites when I dart my tongue out to taste her. She moans. I moan. Then I apply a little more pressure to her clit, grabbing her ass tighter as I swirl and roll and lash at her with my tongue.
“Oh God, Ryan,” Alana pants as she slides down the wall. Her resolve crumbling. I grin against her sizzling skin, then throw one of her legs over my shoulder, opening her wide and providing some support. I watch her through hooded eyes as I lick relentlessly, causing her hips to shift back and forth.
She’s making me fucking crazy.
I slide one finger inside her, and she groans low and deep in her throat. My zipper is about to burst. I don’t know how I’m going to survive watching her come.
“Ryan, Ryan, Ryan—” Alana is nearly crying as her muscles contract around my finger. Shit, when she says my name, it’s so fucking hot. Like it’s a plea. I want to tell her to let go, not to fight it, but my mouth is a little preoccupied at the moment. Not that I mind one bit. So, I communicate with my tongue and my hand, picking up the rhythm, slipping my finger in and out, coaxing her to break.
And she does.
“Ryan!” she screams, her body trembling and then entirely giving out as she slides farther down the wall until I’m completely supporting her. She’s shuddering and fisting my hair as I draw out her orgasm.
It’s fucking intense.
When she relaxes, and her breathing becomes a little more stable, she opens her eyes and looks down at me with a glassy, wondrous expression. It stabs me right in the soul. I lift her limp form and lay her on the bed. My whole body is shaking with need. All I want to do is touch her all over. So I do. I unhook the towel still fastened around her chest, revealing every naked inch of her.
Fuck.Perfect does not describe Alana. Every curve of her hips, dip of her stomach, and swell of her breast is flawless. Her long, pale hair and deep, chestnut eyes only enhance the traits of her superiority.