Was he? Was he glad that she, Sarah Leonard, was the woman he’d brought home, or would he have said the same thing to Corrine?
Ryan unlocked the building’s front door and took her hand.
As they walked up the stairs, it was all she could do to keep from climbing up his body and kissing him crazy.
Waiting was overrated.
She stopped at the second-floor landing and grabbed his red tie, pulling him close for an openmouthed kiss, determined to leave him as breathless as he’d made her outside the restaurant.
“Sarah,” he groaned into her ear. “Inside. Now.”
He scooped her up, and she slapped a hand over her mouth to keep in her shriek. Ryan Wright, carrying her up two flights of stairs, was too sexy for words.
He gently set her down and tested the door handle. “Good, we won’t be running into Bridget.”
Oh, crap.She steadied herself on her heels. She’d forgotten about his sister. What if she was on the other side of the door? Thousands of half-naked Santas was one obstacle, but she wasn’t entirely sure she could go through with having sex with Ryan knowing his sister was home. “How do you know she’s not here?”
“Because she always forgets to lock the door when she’s home.” He pulled his keys out of his pocket and shoved one in the lock, opening the door. “I need to send her a quick text and make sure she’s okay,” he said, pulling his phone out of his pants pocket.
What a sweet big brother. Her two younger siblings couldn’t care less what she did on a Friday night. Granted, they were thousands of miles away. Sarah stepped in and eyed the sofa, her lips tingling at the memory of their hot kiss earlier in the week.
He finished texting his sister and took Sarah’s hands, warming them in his. He then brought her into an embrace, his mouth lowering onto hers.
She gave him everything she had because, dammit, it was time she admitted who she wanted. Her hands moved up his chest, over his shoulder blades.
He flinched and broke their kiss, moving away. “Wait.”
Oh God. Her heart sank.He’s changed his mind.She tried to play it cool, not showing any disappointment. Could he really have second thoughts now? If he said this was a mistake, she’d hold her head high and go home. “Is something wrong?” she asked, not really wanting to know.
“Not wrong, but I’m not taking any chances we’ll be interrupted.” Before she knew what was happening, Ryan swept her off her feet again.
Relief washed over her, and she looped her arms around his neck and took a deep breath, letting herself get intoxicated off his delicious mint scent. “Good plan.”
“You’re not the only one who has them.”
She gulped. What did he mean by that? Did he have plans for them beyond this evening? She ran a hand over his jawline. She certainly hoped so.
Once in his bedroom, he gently set her down on his bed, resuming the kiss they’d started in the living room.
When they broke apart, she glanced around, trying to steady her breathing while he maneuvered around to his dresser, turning on his MP3 player. “Am I getting the full Fifth-Quarter Experience?” she teased, her breath shaky.
Ryan shot her what had to be the sexiest grin that had ever been cast her way and held out his hand, helping her off the bed. Moving her hair aside, his mouth made its way to the dip in her collarbone.
Holy night! I sure am!
“You know that phrase is just something the rich socialites in my town made up.” He reached behind her and pulled down the zipper to her dress, moving it slowly off her body.
He slid her dress all the way down, taking her hand to help her step out of it.
And just like that, the fantasy she’d had shortly after they’d first met of standing in front of him in her lacy red bra and panties finally came true.
But what’d been missing in her fantasy was his smoldering gaze and the slow burn inside her his look produced.
He brought her into his embrace, wrapping one arm around her bare back while running his lips across her shoulder. “God, you taste good.”
She lifted her chin and gazed into his blue eyes, until their lips met again.
Yep, reality was way better than her fantasy.