Page 83 of Mad Love

But I was even more anxious to get some alone time with Ryan. It was the middle of December now, and I was acutely aware that I hadn’t been with him in weeks.

And I was pretty freaking over it.

Reaching behind me, I flipped the lock on our door and stalked with purpose to the bathroom. I nudged the door open as he was stepping from the shower, drying himself off. He looked up at me, his smile instant.

“Did you want the shower?” he asked, wrapping the towel around his waist and running a hand through his wet hair.

“No.” My gaze tracked a bead of water as it rolled down his chest, across his abs, and dissolved into the towel.

He tilted his head. “Everything okay?”

“No,” I said again, still watching him, wondering how I’d tell him what I wanted without bursting into flames of embarrassment.

He frowned at me. “Maddie—”

I stripped off my shirt, smirking when his gaze dropped to my tits and the way they moved beneath the sheer lacy bra I’d put on earlier. Lust swirled in his gaze for a moment before he shoved it down. He licked his lips and met my eyes. “Do you need me to look at your back? Is it bugging you?”

“What I need—” I sucked in a fortifying breath “—is you.”

His fingers twitched at his sides. “Mads, you’re still healing. I don’t wanna hurt you.”

I unbuttoned my jeans and peeled them off, along with my underwear. “Fine. Then I’ll handle it.” I turned to go to the bed. If he didn’t want to fuck me, then I’d take care of myself.

Before I’d made it two steps, his arm locked around my waist and dragged me to his chest.

“Madison.” The soft growl in his voice made my insides melt, and I sagged against him, loving the way my body fit with his.

I tilted back my head and looked at him over my shoulder. “I’m fine, Ryan. You are, too.” Knight had removed his sutures the day before, satisfied the skin had healed enough. “I miss you. I want you.”

His lips found mine, coaxing them open as his tongue swept inside and devoured me. The arm around my waist tightened, pinning my arms to my sides so I couldn’t touch him in return. All I could do was accept what he was offering.

“I miss you, too,” he murmured against my lips. “But I’ll never forgive myself if I hurt you.”

“Like I said,” I breathed, my heart thrashing in my chest as I doubled down on my threat, “I can take care of things myself if you’re not sure you can handle it.”

He pulled away, a gleam entering his eyes that made my insides shiver. “Okay. Prove it.”

My mouth went dry. “What?”

He let me go and stepped back, jerking his chin at the bed. “Prove to me it won’t hurt. Get yourself off, and maybe I’ll think about joining.”

I searched his gaze. He was serious. He wanted me to…

“Okay,” I murmured, taking a deep breath and squashing my inhibitions. I walked backwards to the bed, opening the front clasp of my bra and taking it off. I tossed it at his face.

With a smirk, Ryan caught it and leaned a shoulder against the bathroom doorframe. Not even the thick terry cloth of the towel could hide his arousal.

I knew my cheeks were on fire, but if he wanted a show, then I’d show him exactly what he was missing.

My knees hit the edge of the bed and I slowly sank onto it, running my hands up my ribs and cupping my breasts. I scraped my nails over my nipples, plucking and squeezing, before running my hands back down my body.

I watched his gaze as I stroked my fingers slowly over my labia. His blue eyes were fixed on my fingers, and he bit his lip when I slipped my middle finger between my folds.

My eyes shuttered as my back arched, the slightest brush of my fingertip against my clit sending shockwaves through my system. A soft moan slipped from my lips, and I circled my clit again.

“Show me,” Ryan demanded. “I want to see how wet you are.”

Chuckling, I shook my head and smirked at him. “Nope. You didn’t want to play, remember?” I fell back and scooted farther up the bed so I could dig my heels into the mattress. “Fuck,” I whispered, circling my entrance and feeling how soaked I was. “I forgot how good this feels.”

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