Page 12 of Christmas in His Arms

This trip home wasn't nearly as awful as I thought it would be, but there still weren't enough reasons for me to want to stay here. Whatever happened with Ryan was just some immature rush of hormones. We'd both get over them and go back to life as normal when Dad was healed up and I went back to Chicago. I had a life there, but that didn’t mean I couldn't enjoy myself here.

The whole drive, all I could think about was whether Ryan would kiss me again, and by the time I walked through his front door, smelling the scent of his aftershave hanging in the air, my body was flustered and ready for anything. My panties were wet too. I could feel the puddle with every step I took.

"You're early," he said as he shut the front door, and I detected another scent in the air. Pie. He was already baking.

"You started without me?" I asked, spinning around. I unzipped my coat and slid it off as he gave me a sheepish grin.

"Would you hate me if I told you I don't really bake? I bought store-bought pies and just put them in the oven." He opened his hands in surrender, and I laughed at him as I dropped my coat onto a kitchen chair.

"So you just said I'd be baking to get me alone?" The spark of mischief in his expression made my body thrum with desire.

"Am I a horrible man for wanting to continue what we started earlier today?" Ryan stepped closer to me, and like a moon in orbit, I gravitated toward him.

"What did we start earlier today?" My fingers tingled. I wanted to curl them around his sweater again, pull him against my body, and kiss him. This wasn't supposed to be a booty call, but it appeared it was quickly turning into one. I wasn't a "bootycall" type of girl, and even my best friend would chastise me for just showing up to fuck, but I was all about breaking the double standards.

"I believe it went something like this…" Ryan reached up and slid his hand around my face, fingers curling around my neck. I let him pull me into his chest and tip my head up as his lips descended onto mine.

This time, I was ready for it. The first kiss in the park was so tender, but this was hungry and scorching. I parted my lips and let him search my mouth as our tongues danced. I splayed my palms on his chest and slowly slid them upward until my arms were draped around his shoulders. When he pulled away, I was hungry for more and panting.

"Did you invite me here to have sex?" I asked in a whispered breath.

"I did not… but since you're here…" His lips covered mine again, and my knees went weak. The only things holding me up were his strong arms and my grip on his shoulders.

Ryan's hand trailed down my spine and found its way to my ass, squeezing it before he picked me up. I gasped into his mouth as he walked us backward, still kissing me like his life depended on it. He sat me down on the countertop, not breaking the kiss as he ground his hips against mine. My core throbbed in anticipation as he lifted my leg higher on his hip.

"Ryan," I panted as he started to fumble with my pants.

"Would you prefer the bedroom, or right here?" he asked, his voice rough with desire.

I could feel his erection against my thigh, hard and demanding.

"Here, now," I breathed out, and he chuckled low in his throat as he finally broke the kiss.

His hands worked my pants open and slid them down my legs, followed by my panties. My shoes dropped to the floor and I shivered as the cold air hit me, but it was gone in an instant when he picked me up again and pressed my back against the refrigerator.

"I've wanted this all day," he growled before he was kissing me again, his tongue roughly invading my mouth. At the same time, his hand slipped between my thighs, making me moan into his mouth. He slid a finger into me, his motions hungry but agonizingly slow. I knew he was savoring the moment, but I couldn't wait any longer.

I grabbed his shirt and started to lift it, desperate to feel his skin against mine. Ryan growled low in his throat and broke the kiss long enough to yank the shirt over his head and throw it on the floor. His chest heaved as he looked at me, desire and lust in his eyes. My heart thudded in my chest as I reached out, my hand trembling slightly as I touched his abs.

"God you’re hot," I said, my voice a whisper. He was perfect, chiseled abs and corded muscles. He took good care of himself.

"So are you," he breathed, gently setting me back on the counter as his other hand fumbled with his jeans. He slid them down as I tore off my sweater and bra, and before I could even take a breath, he was between my legs again, rubbing my clit.

"Jesus, you’re so wet," he groaned as his fingers pushed into me again. I hissed and arched my back. Ryan’s lips crashed into mine again, his tongue lapping at mine as his fingers continuedtheir torturous pace. He was driving me insane and I had an inkling he knew it.

"Oh, God," I gasped as his fingers hit my G-spot. "Fuck, right there!"

"You like that?" he purred against my ear. I could feel the heat of his erection pressed against my thigh.

"Ryan, I need you," I whimpered as my climax started to build in the pit of my stomach.

"Not yet," he growled, and he slid a third finger inside me, curling them just so. It felt like my entire body was on fire as I tried to push myself onto him for more friction. He bit my neck gently, sending a jolt of arousal through me, and my toes curled against the cupboard beneath me.

"Ryan," I whimpered again, desperate for release.

"Soon," he growled, and then he removed his fingers and dropped to his knees, spreading my thighs wide. His mouth devoured me, licking and sucking, and oh, my God, I was going to die. He teased my clit as his tongue flicked across my entrance, and I moaned loudly. "Ryan, oh, God!" I yelped as my climax crashed over me like a tidal wave, my fingers digging into his hair as he continued to work me over. Wave after wave of pleasure washed through me as he lapped at me like a starving man in the desert.

Finally, when I couldn't bear it anymore, I pushed his head away and he gasped for air. "Too much, too much!" I panted, and he chuckled as he stood up. His hands slid up my thighs and gripped my hip, then he kissed me again, and I tasted myself on his tongue.

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