Page 22 of Undone, Love Times Three

All I can do is nod. His scent is surrounding me, the weight of him is pushing against me but he isn’t squashing me. The way we’re aligned right now, even the slightest move will mean a certain part of him will rub against a certain part of me.

“I was going to let you sleep,” I breathe out.

“And you did that by trying to climb over me?” he lifts a brow.

“I was reaching for my book,” I answer. “On the table next to you.”

Are we seriously having this conversation with him lying on top of me?

“You were going to sit in the corner quietly reading your book, listening to me snore?”

“That’s my idea of a good time.”

“It is?” he asks, his eyes lowering to my lips. I nod again. “I’ve just realized I’m lying on top of you.”

“Just?”

“Yeah… And I don’t want to move.”

My intake of breath is shaky but I decide to be brave, because I want to kiss him right now. I might not get another chance.

He’s not moving back, like he said. He puts his weight down on one elbow and raises his other hand, gently brushing my hair back.

Eyes locked, breathing a little labored, he ducks his head. Just before his lips meet mine, he pauses.

“Is this okay?”

He is so sweet, for a big burly firefighter. No man has ever asked if it’s okay to kiss me before. God, is it. Yes. Absolutely yes. I raise my head up the last few inches to meet his and let out a sigh as our lips meet.

My whole body heats as he strokes my cheek, our lips tentative but soft. He lifts slightly and stares at me. Before I can tell him not to stop, he lowers back down and kisses me with more intention. His tongue tastes my lips and without hesitation I open up for him.

The kiss deepens. Parts of me that have been dormant so long wake the hell up, tingling with excitement, throbbing between my legs.

Arching up to his chest, my breasts brush against his T-shirt and he groans into my mouth. I clutch at his waist, my hands sliding underneath the hem to the hot skin beneath. I gasp against his mouth as our tongues roll together. His fingers trail down my cheek, toying with the collar of my shirt.

I want him to rip it off me. Feel his skin against mine. Hell, I want him to drill me into the floor but that is probably too much to ask for after our first ever kiss.

We both pause for breath, Ryan looking down at me. It’s hard to hide his arousal, it's pressing between my legs. He thrusts once and I moan.

“Fuck, Sylvie,” he breathes out.

“Okay.”

“What?” he asks in surprise.

Oops. I thought he was asking. I’m all for it. Ryan grins at me, then pulls back. Disappointment fills me. Oh no, did I go too far. Does he not want to…

He takes my hand and pulls me up as he leans back on his knees. “Not on the floor,” he says, leaning forward to nip at my lips.

Good, that’s good. I agree, the floor is hard.

Ryan gets to his feet and pulls me up with him. “Are you sure?” he asks.

“Yes,” I tell him, with no hesitation at all. If we were to pull apart now and stop this, I think I might die.

We kiss again, Ryan cups the back of my head and tilts it so he can get a better angle and deepen the kiss even more. Taking a couple of steps back, he doesn’t break the contact as he sits, taking me with him so I straddle his lap. I grab on to his shoulders as his hands come up between my arms and he unbuttons my blouse.

He leans back to un-tuck it from my pants, and he stares at my breasts. “Can I?”

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