Page 73 of Out to Find Freedom

He’d tucked my hair behind my ear and said, “Okay, baby doll.” He’d rolled me more on top of him, where Ifelthow he liked me on there, and had distracted me with a kiss soon after.

I loved our nights together, no matter if it was at my place or his. Going to sleep at his side, tucked close, had me gushing just thinking of it… but I wanted more.

I wanted him.

I’d tried a couple of times earlier on to get us to move forward, but in that area, he kept me at arm’s length. He never shied away from affection. He enjoyed as much as I did showing how we cared by touching, hugging, and kissing. Even if people were around.

It was time to kick this relationship up a notch.

We stood on his back deck talking before bed. A deck I’d been apprehensive to go onto because it was in view of the basement window. A room I never wanted to remember. However, as Ryan eased me out the first time, I realised, even when my stomach rolled and body tensed, Ryan was there. He was this me and that nightmare would be just that from then on. A nightmare I would eventually get over.

Ryan stepped up and slid his arms around my waist, bringing my thoughts back into the present. My hands wrapped over his arms and I rested my head back.

“We’re dating, right?”

I tilted my head to the side to see his lips twitching. “Yeah, baby doll, we’re datin’.”

A gasp burst from my chest when he swept me up into his arms and carried me up to his room. Finally.

Once on the bed, he locked my travelling hands between just one of his large ones above my head.

“You gonna stop?” he asked.

“Sure,” I said, then bit my bottom lip to stop from smiling.

He didn’t believe me. He chuckled, kissed me deeply, and rolled into me more. His free hand glided over my breast, causing me to suck in a breath. He pulled his lips from mine and his dark eyes locked onto my gaze. “You hurtin’, darlin’?”

I tilted my head in confusion. “Hurtin’?”

He smirked. “Aching, baby doll. You wantin’ to come?”

Understanding dawned on me. “Um, yes.” My body shivered from the thought of it.

“Then let me help you.” He kissed me again, only to stop. “Tell me if you don’t like anythin’ I do.”

A snort slipped out. I said, “I doubt that will happen.”

“Promise me, Emmie.”

As soon as his hand loosened from my wrists, I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Okay, Ryan.”

“Good. Now put your hands back. No touchin’. Gonna make you feel good, baby doll.” When I didn’t move right away, because my clit was crying in joy, he ordered again, “Hands up, darlin’.”

I did, as I doubted my body would forgive me for missing out on what was to come.

His lips touched down on my neck. Immediately, I arched it, only to freeze when they glided over my scars on my chest. “Baby, you’re beautiful,” he murmured.

I relaxed, only a little, until his mouth reached my nipple. He bit down on it over my clothes. With a gasp, I latched onto his head, wanting to keep him there.

“Hands,” he growled.

I forced them back up and gripped the metal poles on the headboard.

He moved, hiked up enough to grab my tee at each side of my waist and pulled it up. I shifted so he could drag it all the way off.

His heated gaze zeroed in on my breasts covered by my bra. He didn’t bother undoing it. Instead, he gripped the top of one cup and pulled it down, exposing my breast to him. His eyes lifted to mine. They held questions. He was worried he’d scared me or that he’d moved too fast.

He was wrong.

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