Page 98 of Pulled Away

Yeah, buddy. That frustration is what I’ve been feeling for the last month.

The sleigh ride ends, and with a hasty goodbye, Ryan drags me to the car. The ride home is a blur, and then we’re out of the car, a tangle of hands and lips, tongues and teeth, stumbling our way to my door. We’re barely through the door before I’m slammed against the wall, Ryan’s hard body pressed against me. His fingers slide into my hair, tugging my head back.

“You like teasing me, babe?” he murmurs, sweeping his thumb over my cheek, his eyes moving over my face, the heat of them touching me everywhere at once.

“Turnabout is fair play—”

He seals his mouth over mine, trapping the rest of my words in my throat. I shove my hands under his sweatshirt, my nails raking over his warm skin. His tongue wages war in my mouth, intent on conquering, but I battle him just as fiercely.

Ripping his mouth from mine, he gasps. “Bed, where’s your fucking bed?”

Grabbing his hand, I drag him to my room, my heart beating a mile a minute. It’s so fucking on.

“Babe, I’m warning you, it’s been too long since I’ve had you. Tonight I’m not going to be a gentleman. Tonight I’m going to fuck you.”

His voice is like gravel, giving Jordy a run for his money. I recognize the look in his burning eyes. It’s the look that has me shivering in anticipation, remembering all the times he had me screaming in ecstasy while I orgasmed.

“Good, I’m sick of this courting business.”

We don’t take our time undressing, each piece haphazardly flung in our desire to get as close as possible. To get to the skin that’s been denied to us for so long.

Pushing me onto the bed, he yanks me to the edge, dropping to his knees. The first touch of his lips, his tongue, has me jolting up, my toes curling.

He licks, he nips, he sucks, and I’m writhing with need, my calves cramping with how hard my toes are curling.

His free hand clamps down on my stomach, holding me down, tethering me to the here and now.

The lust that’s been simmering is a raging inferno, and when his fingers push inside me and his thumb presses down on my clit, I explode with a choked cry, every muscle in my body contracting.

His fingers slip out of me, but he continues stroking my stomach, watching as I ride out the waves until I’m a sagging boneless mess on the bed, my body shivering with aftershocks.

It’s only then that he moves, prowling up my body. A lion on the hunt. “I want to beat my chest knowing I am the one that made you come like that.”

He’s always been possessive of my pleasure.

Our eyes lock together, and he lowers himself over my body. I don’t have to think about it; instinct takes over and I wrap my legs around him.

The head of his cock pushes against me and my hips shift restlessly, eager for the feel of him, practically begging him to fill me.

“Please, Ryan.” I’m not above begging. I crave the intimacy being connected to him will bring. I need it like I need air to breathe.

Taking mercy on me, he pushes in, inch by slow inch, until he’s seated as deep as he can go, our groans echoing each other.

My breath leaves me in a shudder, and I think he’s going to move, but he doesn’t. Instead, his eyes roam my face, his fingertips caressing down my cheeks.

“Do you remember the night we met?”

It takes me a beat to process his words, and then I’m frowning. He promised me a fucking and now he wants to talk?

I nod in reply because, frankly, coherent speech is not what I want right now. I’d much rather be screaming his name.

“I walked into Frosty’s and there you were, sitting next to Rose in our booth.”

“Why are we talking about your sister again while we’re having sex?”

“Shut up, brat. And we’re not having sex. We’re making love.” His grin is a quick thing before he turns serious again, and I refrain from rolling my eyes. Barely.

“She introduced us, and when you looked at me, my purpose in this world became clear. I didn’t question it. I just knew I was meant to love you.”

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