Page 49 of Undeniable Temptation

“Ryan?” Her stomach turned as she waited for a response.

“Give me a minute.”

Why? Was he caught up in thoughts of his wife? Felicity? Hannah? Christ, was he thinking this was a mistake?

When he finally lifted his chin, pure conviction stared back at her.

“I know you’re worried,” he started. “But I can’t go back from this. I can’t give you space anymore. Not even time. I just can’t. I’ve wanted you for too long to ever return to friendship.”

She nodded.

“No, you don’t get it.” He kept punishing her with his sincerity. “This is us now. We’re together. You’re mine.”

She blinked to fight the burn. “I’ve always been yours.”

His muscles bunched, pulling taut. “You’ve got no idea what it means to hear that.”

“I think I do.” She reached up, placed a hand around his neck and pulled him on top of her. “Because I feel the same.”

His heavy body covered hers, the hardness of his chest pressing into her breasts. Arousal seeped from her core, the slickness of her pussy out of control. While one hand tangled in his hair, she ran the other between them and brushed her palm over his cock.

He hissed, the aggressive sound nirvana through her veins. He gyrated into her hold, working himself in a slow rhythm as he stared down at her, his lips close, his heart even closer. She could read his thoughts, the dirty ones making her shiver and the hopeful ones inspiring heart ache.

He wasn’t holding back. She could see he wanted all of her, not just her body, not just her friendship. He’d ransack her soul if given the chance. And she wasn’t sure she should let him. Not when being with him could mean the end of all the things that defined her.

“Don’t think so loud.” She squeezed the head of his shaft, delighting in another hiss.

“Then don’t deny me,” he growled. “Stop worrying. Stop obsessing over the negative thoughts.”

He ground into her, her hand falling away as his cock nudged her entrance. She arched into the sensation, allowing him to slide into her, his length sinking deep. Her core contracted around him, another emotion-inspired orgasm already hovering close.

His palm glided over her waist, her ribs, to the curve of her breast. His thumb stroked lazily over her nipple, forward, back, forward, back, the slow tempo mimicking the way he began to move inside her.

His mouth found hers and their rhythm increased. The brushes of his thumb became harder, the glide of his tongue a lascivious swipe, the grind of his hips so painstakingly deep. Then everything stopped—sound, movement, pleasure.

“Shit.” He withdrew and shoved from the bed.

“What is it?” She scrambled onto her elbows, tracking his movements as he lunged for his pants.

“Protection.” He pulled out his wallet, his cheeks flushed with arousal, embarrassment or maybe even guilt.

“It’s OK.” She held out her hand. “Give it here.”

He handed over the wallet and fixed her with a chaste grin. “I’m not used to…”

“I wouldn’t want you to be.” She didn’t want him to finish his sentence. She didn’t want Julie in this room, or anyone else, for that matter.

“It’s in one of the side compartments.”

He climbed back between her legs, paying homage with his lips to the inside of her thighs, her hip, her stomach. His attention was a delirious distraction as she ransacked his wallet, pulling out business cards and old receipts until she found her prize.

“Got it.” The foil was scratched and crinkled, her fingers flicking over something rough on the other side. She flipped the small square and found a piece of paper stuck to the packaging. A tiny blue Post-It that read—Enjoy the ride, bucko. Love Taiden.

“Does Sean usually leave love letters on your condoms?”

“What?” He paused, his lips poised above the curve of her breast.

“Yep.” She held up the note and tried not to laugh as he squinted at the writing.

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