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I put a leg between hers and push them apart so her pussy is on display for me. With one hand still on her back, I run my other hand down her spine, tracing two fingers from the base of her spine and between the cheeks of her ass, before slowly sliding them inside her.

She’s so fucking wet and I can’t help the groan that falls from my mouth as she pushes back against me, tries to pump herself against my fingers when I don’t move. “Shit, Red,” I say, my hand on her back sliding down to grip her hip now. “You’re drenched.”

Erin turns and looks at me over her shoulder. Her hair is wild and her eyes are sparkling with an urgent need as though this is something she desperately wants. “We need to fuck,” she says, her voice low. “Now.”

I stare back at her, knowing this isn’t just about needing sex, as I slide my fingers back into her pussy once more before pulling them out and sucking them in my mouth. Erin’s eyes widen and I keep my eyes on her as I give her ass a hard smack.

“Whatever you want, Red,” I say, positioning my cock against her. “Whatever you want.” And then I slowly ease my dick inside, my eyes rolling back in my head as I bury myself all the way inside her.

“Oh god,” she moans as I slowly pull out and repeat the movement. “Harder, Ryan,” she says. “I need you to fuck me harder.”

I smack her on the ass again. “Is that what you want?” I ask, my voice low as I start to increase my tempo. “You want it like this?”

“Harder,” she says again, her hand sliding between her legs as she starts to rub her clit.

I grip her hips, bracing her against the counter as I start to pound my body against hers. We fuck for what feels like forever, Erin coming twice as I continue to move in and out of her from behind, forcing myself not to come so I can give her whatever it is that she needs right now. It’s both torturous and amazing all at the same time and when my balls finally start to tighten as Erin’s pussy clenches around me for the third time, I have to grip her tighter so I don’t pass out from the ecstasy.

“I’m gonna come, babe,” I say, pushing deeper.

“Fuck, so am I,” Erin says, her whole body shaking now.

I push into her one more time, my balls exploding and sending jolts of pure pleasure all through me as I spill inside her and come for what feels like forever.

When I’m finally done, I feel exhausted. I slide my arms around Erin’s waist, holding her body to mine as I all but collapse against her.

Chapter Twenty

Erin

It’s early when Ryan leaves; the sky black and the bedroom shrouded in darkness as he leans down and kisses me good-bye. A whisper of “I love you” falls from his lips and I smile despite the hazy heaviness of sleep that tugs at me. He wouldn’t dare wake me up during my winter break because he knows I love to sleep in and that’s exactly what I do.

When I do wake up, I grab for my phone noticing a text from Ryan saying he made it back to Boston, but even more, I notice that it’s nearly ten in the morning. As much as I love my breaks from work, I can’t spend the entire day sleeping.

Even without opening the blinds in the bedroom I can tell it has snowed; a bright white glow floods itself into the room and for a second, I curse the fact that I don’t have a car.

It’s been forever since I’ve seen Kelsey and I was planning to head over to the inn today to have breakfast with her. Clearly I’ve missed that mark, but I can still make it there for lunch. Although the idea of hoofing it through the snow isn’t my idea of a good time, and just as the thought is floating around in my mind, my phone chimes out with a text.

Ryan: Car will be there sometime this afternoon, but the roads are shit so stay home. ;) Love you.

Got it, detective <3

Even when he’s being bossy it’s still somehow adorable.

Ryan and I have plans to exchange cars a little later in the week, so hopefully the snow has let up by then because driving into Boston in this shit weather won’t be an easy feat. The traffic will be terrible and the roads will be an even bigger mess, but having Ryan’s SUV over my little hatchback should help with that.

Growing up outside of Atlanta has made me one of those people who is terrified to drive in the snow, a giant baby, and no matter how long I live here in Rockport, I can’t get used to it. The only thing I’m grateful for is that this town is so small that I can pretty much walk wherever I need and avoid roads if necessary.

An hour later I’ve showered, dressed, had a cup of coffee and am pulling on a pair of snow boots that haven’t seen the light of day since this time last year.

When I open the front door a blast of cold air invades my lungs and causes me to hold my breath for a second, but it’s short-lived. There’s something about the cold ocean breeze and the smell of the salt that makes walking in the winters of New England calming.

It takes me a moment to realize that Ryan’s truck is sitting in my driveway. It must have been delivered while I was in the shower; the keys left at the police station with Finn the note taped to my door reads.

Leave it to Ryan to ensure my safety at every turn. Most people would’ve just left the keys in the car or under the mat, but not Ryan. I’m sure the delivery driver was given explicit instructions on what to do should I not be home.

With the cold air stinging my face, I set out walking to the inn, but still enjoying the fresh air and the freedom of not being bogged down by having to be at work.

The wind follows me through the door when I reach the inn; the gale whips the papers on the front desk and sends a chill through the entryway.

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