Page 61 of Surprised By Her

“I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow,” I said, a little breathless. “I brought dessert, love you, bye.”

Before they could even start to throw more questions at me, I was out the door and stumbling down the steps toward the car. I chucked my tote bag in the back and slammed my body down into the passenger seat.

“You didn’t have to rush so much,” Ryan said, looking at me with raised eyebrows.

“I know,” I said, putting my hand on my chest to try and slow my breathing. Maybe I should start running regularly or something. “But if I lingered at all, my parents would grab me and want to know all the details and then I’d never get to see you naked tonight and that’s kind of my top priority.”

Ryan laughed. “I’ve told you that is a great dress, but I’m looking forward to seeing it on my floor.”

“Hit the gas, Ryan,” I said, snapping my fingers.

She did.

Ryan picked me up from the passenger seat and carried me into the house. For a moment, I remembered that this was the way that people were carried over the threshold after they got married. Silly, really, because Ryan and I were not getting married. Not even close to anything like that. She was my summer fling and right now all I wanted and needed was to be flung. Repeatedly.

Ryan set me down and stalked around me, looking for the zipper in the dress. I lifted my arm and started to slowly drag the zipper down my side. She stood in front of me, unmoving. As if she was mesmerized.

Once the zipper had been taken care of, I put my arms over my head.

“Help, I can’t get it off on my own,” I said, making my voice sound pathetic.

Ryan stepped right up to me, giving me a heated look.

“That’s what she said,” she murmured as she pulled the dress up and over my head, tossing it onto the floor. I’d wash it here on the gentle cycle before I gave it back to Mama.

Ryan let out a harsh breath when she looked down and saw that I wasn’t wearing any bottoms.

“They didn’t work with the dress,” I said, trying to push her jacket off her arms.

“Stop,” she said, and I did. “I need to—” she got on her knees, which made her only a few inches shorter than me.

“Oh, I like this,” I said, stroking her hair.

“Get on the bed,” she told me, and I backed toward the bed, with her following me on her knees. It was so fucking hot I could barely walk.

“Spread your legs for me, cupcake,” she said, her voice low. I adored intense bedroom Ryan. She could also be playful and cute when it came to sex, but right now, she had a singular focus and it was me. It was overwhelming at times. This captivating woman who looked at me as if she was going to devour me from head to toe and I would beg her for more.

I climbed onto the bed and sat with my legs hanging over the edge, my thighs spread.

With a sound that was almost a growl, Ryan set my legs on her shoulders and pushed me wider, leaving me completely open to her.

My body started shaking in anticipation of her. I propped myself on my elbows to watch her.

“Lay back,” she said.

“I want to watch you,” I said, our eyes meeting as she placed a fluttering kiss on the inside of my thigh. Since I had to use my arms to hold myself up, I couldn’t touch her, and that was maddening. It was even more maddening when she blew a stream of air right over my center. I flinched and she set one hand on my hip, pressing me into the bed.

“You’re going to be still for me,” she said. “Can you do that?”

“Yes,” I said, nodding. My blood raced even hotter and my legs started to shake with need.

“Good girl,” she said, squeezing my hip. “No moving, or I’ll stop.”

“Okay,” I said, transfixed by her.

She circled my clit with her tongue in a paralyzingly slow arc and both of my legs jumped. She stopped.

“I couldn’t help that!” I moaned. “It’s not my fault.”

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