Page 57 of Get Even

“Is that–”

“Oh mygod,” I repeated, a grin breaking out across my face as we drew a little closer. I hadn’t even thought about what it meant for Taylor that her complaint had been found to be false. She had her big suitcase thumping along behind her as she followed her mom to the sleek car parked a little way down from Ryan’s house. “They kicked her out! I can’t believe it. Pinch me. Today has been too good to be true.”

Ryan chuckled and pinched my ass and I shot him a look as we continued on past Taylor who looked like she was crying as her mom shoved a box into the backseat. Other than a small bit of smugness, I mostly felt relief – who knows, maybe she would clean herself up and find a better life for herself. I hoped so, anyway.

My hands shook but I didn’t know why as we got to the door and Ryan put his key into the lock and let us inside. It was blessedly quiet and I’d never been more grateful for the party-boy lifestyle of his other roommates than right then, when electricity seemed to spark between me and Ryan. What was different? We always had this level of heat, attraction, but this somehow felt like more. The way that Ryan’s eyes moved over me, like he wanted to devour me, felt like more.

My tongue tied as he took a step toward me and slid his fingers over my cheeks and into my hair, tilting my head up towards his with a gentle tug that had me clenching for him. The kiss swept over me and left me breathless, his tongue moving in gentle movements as if coaxing me to fall further into him, to relax, to trust him. But I already did. I couldn’t pinpoint when it had happened, but somewhere along the line, Ryan had become the person I turned to when I needed someone. The first person I called after a shitty day, the one I immediately thought of when I got good news or saw a cute cat. He was… oh fuck, I was inlovewith him.

The realization made me gasp into his mouth and Ryan pulled me closer, inviting me to taste more, to takemoreand I wanted it. Wanted him.

I pressed closer, letting my hands fall to his chest and stroke along the toned muscles I could feel beneath his sweater. Ry nipped at my lip and I laughed darkly, knowing I was getting to him. I twisted my hands into his thick, dark hair and kissed him harder, wanting everything he could give me.

His breathing was heavy as he pulled away, eyes hooded and mouth red from our kisses. He took my hand in his and led me through the hallway and up the stairs to his room. My heart resumed its unsteady beat as the door closed softly and Ryan turned, his eyes hungry but his touch gentle, almost reverent as his lips found mine again.

He sipped slowly from my mouth, wringing little whimpers from me as he pulled my jacket off one shoulder and then the other. His hands were so warm against my skin and I shivered, wanting his heat everywhere – against me, on me, in me.

He smiled as if he knew how eager I was but continued to torture me with soft, slow kisses and barely there touches until I was desperate for him.

Ry’s hand finally pressed solidly against one breast through my shirt and I moaned when he stroked my nipple. “You know…” he said slowly as he lowered his mouth to my chest, sliding the material of my top up and out of the way and pulling the cup of my bra down. “One of the things I love most about you…” My breath left me in a hiss as his tongue slid around the nipple, tightening it with pleasure, and then became shallow as his words registered, specifically the L word. “…is how responsive you are.” He took the nipple firmly into his mouth and sucked while his fingers stroked and teased my other breast. “You love to be touched.” He smirked, “And I love to touch you.”

Three times. He’d said the L word three times, was he trying to tell me something? Ryan chuckled like he could see my brain working and I let him distract me as he pulled off my top and moved down my body. His hands ran down my back, sliding the zipper on my mini skirt down and he moved to the floor as stroked down my calves, encouraging me to step out of it.

His eyes roved over my skin, smiling at the stiff peaks of my breasts as I stood there in my boots, fishnets and panties. His hands stroked the back of my knees and it felt so sensitive that I gasped and he grinned when I lifted a leg and he was able to slip off one boot. I offered him the other foot and he kissed from my knee to my ankle as he slid off the other.

“Beautiful,” he murmured and a flush stole my skin as I looked down at him.

Ryan reached for the waistband of my fishnets, shimmying them down slowly, stroking at the small red marks the band left on my lower waist and pressing his mouth to my inner thigh as he left lingering kisses all the way up… and then back down.

“Why,” I panted, “are you teasing me?”

“I told you that one day I’d take it slow with you,” he replied with a smile that was pure desire and maybe a little something more. “So here I am, taking it slow.”

I wriggled uncomfortably in just my panties, sure that they were soaked and as Ryan pressed a kiss to the front of the lace he gave a moan of satisfaction. “I love how wet you are for me.”

There it was again, that L word. He looked up at me as he hooked his fingers under the string of my panties, waiting for me to nod, to tell him I wanted this.

I took his hand in mine and helped slide them down my thighs and it looked like he hardly breathed as he watched me become bare for him.

Ry leaned in as if helpless, glancing up at me once to see my nod before pressing his tongue to my folds and making me shudder. A finger brushed over the sensitive bud that had grown hard for him, pulsing with need as he smoothed over it, feeling my wetness on his fingertips.

“You are perfection,” he groaned as he sank his finger into me and slid his tongue over my clit. His other arm came around me, settling on my ass and pulling me firmer against his mouth as my hips rocked against him. My hands fell to his shoulders as I steadied myself against him, a jolt running through me as I looked down to find those blue eyes watching me as he feasted.

My breaths rattled as I watched his eyes close and felt his tongue smoothly slide through my center. A second finger joined his first, curling against my sensitive inner walls as he pressed down and my eyes flew wide. Just that fast I was coming on his tongue, my hips completely out of my control.

I could feel the heat in my cheeks and the slickness between my thighs as Ryan pressed one final kiss between my legs before standing up. I felt unsteady on my feet and Ry’s hands slid under my elbows, supporting me like always. He pulled me closer and I bit my lip at the sensation of his clothes against my skin.

I rested my head against his shoulder and pushed my fingers into his hair, smiling when I felt him relax.

“That was…” I wasn’t sure how best to describe it. Hot and yet infinitely tender.

“Mind blowing? The best you’ve ever had?” Ryan suggested and I felt his mouth curve up against my hair.

I laughed as I pressed against him, feeling the hardness of his erection through his jeans. “I was going to say it was a good start.” I placed a hot kiss to his neck and felt a shiver work its way through him.

“You’re insatiable,” Ryan grinned and I laughed.

“Me?” I pulled out of his arms, skin pebbling in the cool air as I sank to my knees. “I’m pretty sure you’re the one that’s been left wanting.”

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