Page 85 of Point of Contention
She gave me a hesitant smile. “Yes.”
“Good.” I slipped my hand behind her neck and pulled her close until her body lined up with mine. “Tell me about the job.”
Rylan beamed. “It’s at Turn the Paige?”
Ah, yes. Paige Matthews. I searched my brain to recall what I knew about her boutique publishing house. “Women’s fiction… Cassidy Ann. Storm Rivers…”
Rylan nodded appreciatively. “You know your stuff.”
I chuckled. “It’s my job.” I didn’t know Paige Matthews personally, but what little I’d heard about her and the boutique publishing house she ran had been positive. “What happens on Monday?”
She grinned, lips parting as my cock swelled between us, pressing against her lower belly. “I have a second interview, but it’s only a formality. I have a guaranteed job after the internship is over.”
“Then you’re mine until then.”
She sucked in a breath and pushed up on her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Say it again.”
My gaze flicked back and forth between her eyes. “You’re mine.” I wrapped my other arm around her waist and held her tightly to me.
She didn’t want to marry me, that much I’d accepted. We’d eventually have to discuss the future of our relationship, but I didn’t want to push her into anything, didn’t want to risk her closing the door on me again.
I’d meet her wherever she was.
“I’m all in, Rylan Janine. Whatever this is, I’m in.” I leaned down and claimed her lips, parting them with my tongue and sweeping inside with long strokes, tasting her, drawing her back to me with each lash of my tongue. She stretched taller, tightening her arms around my neck, and I reached down to clasp the backs of her thighs, then hoisted her up. She wrapped her legs around my waist, surrounding my cock with her welcoming heat. Bracing herself with her forearms on my shoulders, she lifted up and down, stroking me between her legs as she deepened our kiss.
My cock twitched between us and she pressed harder against it, moaning at the connection, the friction, then she lifted high enough to settle her opening at my tip. She whimpered and started to lower herself down—
I hissed and pressed her against the window, gripping her waist and holding her still as I pulled back to look at her. “Rylan,” I warned, panting as I fought my own desire to slip inside her unprotected.
I wanted it so bad I could taste it. My mouth watered at the idea of fucking her flesh to flesh, no barriers between us.
She grimaced, fighting her own need as we both struggled to be responsible.
“Are you on birth control?” I asked.
She nodded. “The shot.”
I closed my eyes. I was tested for STIs all the time—it was part of being so active in the Rabbit Hole. I wouldn’t have allowed her to take me in her mouth if I wasn’t sure of her safety. But I didn’t know if she’d been with anyone else in my absence.
Unwanted and fuckingbrutal, thoughts of Rylan with Gage flooded my mind and I winced at the images. I knew she hadn’t slept with him, knew his filthy hands hadn’t touched her anywhere but the places she’d already told me about, but the mind was a vicious thing, wasn’t it?
“Hey,” she whispered, reaching up to run her fingertips over the crease between my brows. “We don’t have to.”
I opened my eyes and searched those big brown pools.
“I haven’t been with anyone else since my ex, and that was…” She sighed, then grimaced, her cheeks flushing. “Longer than I’d like to admit.”
The sigh that slipped past my lips surprised me almost as much as how much I’d needed her to confirm that for me.
I leaned forward and claimed her mouth, still pressing her back against the glass while I gripped her waist, holding her just above the tip of my cock.
Her kiss became hungrier, and my cock strained, searching.
I pulled her bottom lip into my mouth and bit down as I pushed her onto my shaft.
Rylan cried out. Her body shuddered. Wetness coated the length of me.
Her walls fluttered as they made room for the invasion.
