Page 169 of Say Yes to the Nemesis
“Let me,” he says, hooking his fingers in my underwear. “Let me make you feel good.”
I nod, beyond words. He slides the lace down my legs and tosses it aside. Then his mouth is on me, warm and wet and perfect. I have to grip the edge of the table to keep from falling off.
He takes his time here too, licking and sucking and using his tongue in ways that make me gasp his name. When he slides two fingers inside me while his mouth works my clit, I come so hard I see stars.
“God,” I breathe when I can speak again. “That was?—”
“Amazing,” he finishes, looking smug. “I know.”
I pull him up to kiss me, tasting myself on his lips, and start working on the buttons of his shirt. “Your turn.”
“We don’t have to.”
“I want to. I want you.”
He helps me get his shirt off, then his pants. When he’s naked in front of me, I take a moment to just appreciate him. All lean muscle and smooth skin and the evidence of how much he wants me.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I tell him.
He laughs. “Thanks. That’s exactly what every guy wants to hear.”
“You know what I mean.”
“I do.”
He steps between my legs again. I can feel him, hard and ready against me. “Are you sure?”
“Ryan. Stop overthinking it.”
I cup his face in my hands. “I love you. I want this. I want you.”
“Okay,” he says, and he kisses me as he pushes inside me.
The feeling of him filling me completely makes me gasp against his mouth. He holds still for a moment, letting me adjust. When I rock my hips against him, he takes it as permission to start moving.
It’s slow and deep and perfect. Nothing like the frantic, desperate sex we had that night in his suite. This is about love and connection and taking our time because we finally have it.
“I love you,” he whispers against my ear.
“I love you, too.”
We move together like we’ve been doing this for years, like our bodies were made to fit together. When I feel my second orgasm building, I tighten my legs around him and pull him deeper.
“Come with me,” I breathe.
“Wren.”
“Come with me.”
He does, burying his face in my neck as he pulses inside me. I follow him over the edge with a soft cry.
We stay like that for a long moment afterward, breathing hard, holding each other close. I can feel him softening inside me, but neither of us moves to separate.
“Are you always going to look at me like that?” I ask when I catch my breath.
“Like you’re the only person in the world? Yeah.”
“A girl could get used to that.”
