Page 43 of Meant for Her

“Is that so?” She brushed her lips against Ryan’s cheek. “How about we not talk about Luke for now and believe for one night that we are the only two people who exist.”

“I like that.” One moment, she was standing, and the next, she was in his arms. “Which way, m’lady?”

“Down the hall. First door on the right.”

No man had picked her up and carried her into her bedroom before. Had she hoped one of the men would stay the night? Sure. It was why she’d prepared the room for them or him, whichever was the case.

When Ryan toed open the door, he stopped. “Are you trying to seduce me?”

She had turned on a lamp on the nightstand next to her king-sized bed, which admittedly, was too big for the room.

Malia had also added a few more pillows in the hope it would look romantic. She guessed the subtle lighting and the soft pastels of the spread and pillows achieved her purpose. “I don’t have to try.”

“No, you don’t.” He set her down. “As much as I want to kiss you silly and do amazing things to you right now, we should get rid of this pretty bedspread.”

She appreciated his thoughtfulness. Between the two of them, the decorative pillows and bedspread disappeared. She would have preferred placing the spread at the end of the bed, but Ryan just chucked everything on the floor. That worked too.

With his golden-eyed gaze on her, he swept her up once more and gently placed her on the bed. He then crawled on top of her, making sure not to put too much of his body weight on her. Even though she told herself she wouldn’t compare them, she couldn’t help it. It appeared as if Luke was more aggressive, but she should wait to see what Ryan did—or rather what she did when with him.

“From what Luke tells me, you like a man who takes control. So, kiss me,” he demanded.

Oh, boy. This wasn’t good. “Your brother is a tattle tale. If you must know, I liked it when Luke took charge. However, I’m not looking for a clone. I want you to be yourself.” She studied him for a moment. “I didn’t take you as having an ounce of insecurity in your body.”

“I never have before, but you’re my mate—or rather our mate. I don’t want to mess it up.”

How sweet was that? “Trust me. You can’t mess it up. Now, can we get on with this? My body is already overheating for you.”

Ryan’s eyes glowed once more, and the scruff on his jawline thickened. He then pounced. Gone was any hesitation. When she opened up to invite him in, he groaned. Their tongues dueled, and his hard cock made an indentation against her thigh.

As much as she wanted this wonderful experience never to stop, they were fully dressed, and that wouldn’t do.

She broke the kiss. “How about we get naked?”

“I do love a woman who knows what she wants.”

That she did. “So let’s start by taking off our shoes. After that, we’ll decide what comes next.”

“Are you saying that if I show you mine, you’ll show me yours?”

He was a hoot. “Something like that.”

Ryan rolled off her and ditched his boots and socks in a heartbeat. Malia took a bit longer, but when she was done, she faced him. “How about I take off your sweater?”

He lifted his arms. “Be my guest.”

She pulled off his blue sweater. “I like this. It matches the color of your eyes.”

“I was hoping you’d notice.”

“I did.” Even though she had planned to do one item of clothing at a time, he was wearing more than she was, so Malia started to undo the top few buttons of his black shirt when he stopped her.

“You’re taking too long.”

“I just started.” She tried not to whine, but she wasn’t certain she’d succeeded.

“My point exactly. The moment we kissed, my patience disappeared.”

He undid the buttons on each of his cuffs, then finished the job on the rest of his shirt. He was out of it in a flash. Maybe it was the dim light, but every one of his muscles was cast in shadows, causing her to be quite speechless. Being a werewolf, he would have a lot of muscles, but he seemed a bit more developed than Luke, and that was hard to achieve.

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