Page 46 of Falling for Mr. Wright

Chapter Thirteen

“Are youkiddingme?” Ryan glared out his windshield. They might as well be parked for the night, because at the moment they were trapped in the middle of Times Square as hundreds of half-naked men and women—of all shapes and sizes—jogged by wearing Santa hats and beards.

He’d thought cutting across town to get to his apartment would be quicker. Dumb idea, and solely motivated by Sarah’s fingers intently massaging his inner thigh, closing in on his erection.

Sarah moved her hand away and glanced out the window. “I forgot about this. It’s the annual Santa Run. It’s always the first week in December and draws thousands.”

“Thousands,” he repeated. “Terrific.”

“My roommate and I did it last year. It was fun—and cold. I froze my legs off.”

The thought of Sarah half naked, wearing a Santa hat and not much else, wasn’t helping.

Ryan sat back and watched the runners streaming past without really seeing any of them. No, his mind was elsewhere, namely on the gorgeous woman in the seat to his right. When he’d caught Sarah leaning against his BMW earlier, he’d known the only outcome he’d be satisfied with involved showing herexactlywhat she did to him.

If only the damn runners would get out of his way so he could do just that.

He stole a peek at the beautiful woman now taking pictures of the runners with her cell phone and laughing hysterically. What if their hot and heavy moment back in the restaurant’s parking lot was gone?

He’d just have to get them back there.

“We could be here for a while,” she said. “Check out that guy with the funny white hat.”

He mentally cursed as a chubby, white-bearded man—who could actually be the real Santa—ran by, his hands flailing in the air and his belly jiggling. Although his furry white Eskimo hat with pink balls hanging from it didn’t quite seem like something Santa would wear.

“What do you think he does for a living that involves that hat?” Sarah asked, batting her eyelashes in Ryan’s direction.

The guy with the crazy-ass hat stopped to catch his breath. Fine. If Ryan couldn’t be in his bed right now with Sarah, flirting in his car would have to do. He reached over and cupped her face, bringing his lips to hers for a soft kiss before answering her question. “I think he owns an Eskimo hat factory in Alaska.”

She opened her eyelids, giving him a coy smirk. “A factory that solely makes Eskimo hats?” She feigned surprise. “That’s a first.”

“Oh, yeah.” He kissed her again, whispering, “The largest one in the world. They sell those hats to street vendors during the holiday season.”

“Well, if you do come across one of those hats, I think you should definitely buy it for your Secret Santa,” she said, running her hand back up his thigh.

His dick hardened. They were done talking about Eskimo hats. “Noted.” He reached down and enveloped her hand with his. He didn’t think it was possible, but he wanted her even more than he did forty minutes ago. She threaded her fingers with his, sending his heart racing. After tonight, things were going to be different between them. Was he ready for something more with Sarah than a casual night of sex?

Could he finally release the anchor of insecurity chained to his heart and finally let someone he was falling for in? What if she changed her mind?

Sarah pulled her hand out of his. “It’s moving!”

Sure enough, the cars ahead of them had slowly begun to creep forward. His instinct wanted to slam on the gas straight for his apartment, but with their friendship on the line, he needed to make sure she wasn’t about to do something with him she might later regret. “Do you still want to go back to my place?”

She reached out and cupped his face, bringing her lips to his. “I want my very own customized Fifth-Quarter Experience with Ryan Wright—and everything that entails,” she said and coaxed his lips open.

The horn from the car behind them broke the kiss.

Ryan adjusted his seat belt and hit the gas.

Game. On.

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Sarah waited on the top step of Ryan’s apartment building while he unlocked the door. She shoved her ice-cold hands in her coat pockets.

Was this really happening? She brought one hand up to cover the wide smile forming on her lips.Yes. Yes, it is.

He held open the door for her and pulled her in close, lowering his lips to hers. “I’m glad you’re here.”

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