Page 14 of Curvy Girl for the Cop

"Ava," he breathes, his lips brushing my ear. "You're so fucking beautiful."

I tilt my head back, meeting his heated gaze. "I'm not-"

"Don't." His grip tightens, his eyes intense. "Don't put yourself down. You are gorgeous, inside and out. And I'm going to spend every damn day proving it to you until you believe it."

Tears prick my eyes at the fervor in his words. No one has ever made me feel so seen, so cherished. "Ryan..."

"I mean it, sweetheart. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere. Not unless you tell me to."

I shake my head vehemently. "No. Stay. Please."

A slow smile spreads across his face, his dimple appearing. "There's nowhere else I'd rather be."

Then his mouth is on mine, hot and demanding. I moan into the kiss, parting my lips to grant him access. His tongue sweeps inside, claiming me, consuming me.

I lose myself in the sensations—the rasp of his stubble against my skin, the press of his hard body, the intoxicating taste of him. All the doubts and insecurities fade away until there's nothing but this moment, this man.

His hands roam my curves, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I arch into his touch, silently begging for more. He growls in approval, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of my sweater to splay across my bare skin.

"Ryan, please..." I'm not even sure what I'm asking for, I just know I need him like I need air.

"I've got you, baby," he promises, his voice raw with desire. "I'll give you everything."

And as he carries me upstairs and lowers me onto the bed, his weight deliciously heavy, I believe him.

Ryan's hands skim along my ribcage, his touch electric even through the fabric of my top. I shiver, my skin pebbling with goosebumps as anticipation builds low in my belly.

His fingers dip beneath the hem, brushing against the sensitive skin there. I suck in a sharp breath. He pauses, his eyes seeking permission.

I nod, not trusting my voice. Slowly, reverently, he lifts the garment up and over my head, tossing it aside. Cool air washes over my exposed skin but it's quickly chased away by the heat of his gaze.

"So fucking beautiful," he murmurs, almost to himself.

Self-consciousness battles with desire as his eyes rake over me slowly. I know he’s seen me before, but this time is different. It’s slow and purposeful and…vulnerable. I fight the urge to cover myself, to hide the soft curves and stretch marks that map my body's history.

As if sensing my unease, Ryan leans down, trailing gentle kisses along my collarbone, up the column of my throat. "Perfect," he whispers against my pulse point. "Every inch of you."

Tears prick behind my eyelids at the raw sincerity in his tone. I run my fingers through his hair, anchoring him to me. He lavishes attention on my neck, my jaw, painting devotion with his lips and tongue.

My hands slip beneath his shirt, eager to map the hard planes of his back, the flex of muscle. He helps me strip it off before lowering his bulk onto me again, skin against skin.

The rough dusting of his chest hair abrading my nipples sends sparks of pleasure through me. I hook a leg over his hip, drawing him closer, savoring the weight of him.

Our mouths meet again, deep and drugging. There's no rush despite the intensity, just a slow, thorough exploration. He tastes like coming home and new beginnings all at once.

I lose myself to sensation—touch and taste and scent. The rest of the world falls away until there is only us, only this. Two broken souls finding solace in each other.

His hands are everywhere—cupping my breasts, tracing my curves, sending shivers down my spine. Mine are just as greedy, learning every inch of him.

When his fingers slip between my thighs, I gasp aloud. The sensation of being touched there sends my mind reeling. Ryan teases me expertly, nudging at my entrance before swirling back up to stroke my clit.

The pleasure spikes, white-hot and blinding. "Ryan," I pant.

"I've got you, baby," he growls, and then his mouth is on me, sucking my clit into his mouth, tongue flicking and lapping until I'm sobbing his name and flying apart.

The orgasm rocks me to my core, leaving me breathless and shaking in its wake.

Ryan's not done with me yet. He hoists himself over me, brushing the hair from my face. "Look at me," he demands, his eyes blazing.

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