Page 74 of No Mistake

“We’re all good.” He smiled and she slid out, but Ryan didn’t move. Once again, she was trapped between his arms. She studied his face. The man literally took her breath away. His chiseled jawline, those steel gray eyes, and that mouth. A mouth she had tasted. A mouth she wanted to taste again, if only her nerves would settle down.

“You look worried about something,” Ryan said softly.

“No... I’m...” She didn’t finish, unsure what to say.

“Sophie, we are not going to do anything you don’t want to do, or don’t feel ready to do.” He gently trailed a finger down her cheek. Damn, how could he read her mind so easily?

“Let’s go inside. It’s been a long night, you must be exhausted. You didn’t sleep much before we left.”

Sophie nodded. “I am tired.” The sun was just beginning to rise above the horizon. Her body was completely out of whack with her normal sleep schedule. She felt like she could sleep for a week.

Ryan stepped back, taking her hand and led her into her own house. If felt good having him here. It felt right. So why did that nagging voice of doubt keep raising its head?

“I think I’m going to take a quick shower,” she said as they walked into her kitchen.

“No problem. I’ll be right here.” He plopped himself down on a stool. She almost ran to the stairs, eager to escape.

Clipping her hair up, Sophie stepped into the shower. As the water washed over her, she closed her eyes. All she could see was Ryan. His smile, his eyes, that mouth. This was ridiculous. The hottest man she had ever met was sitting in her kitchen, and here she was, hiding in the shower. What the hell was wrong with her?

She quickly dried off and shrugged on her bathrobe. Letting her hair down, she fluffed it with her hands and stared at herself in the mirror.

The man of your dreams wants to have sex with you. Get downstairs and let him!

Before she doubted herself again, she padded downstairs, barefoot. Ryan was scrolling on his phone, but he looked up as she walked toward him.

“That was quick.”

She stopped next to him, and he turned on the stool in surprise.

“Kiss me again,” she whispered.

He kissed her gently on the lips. But that wasn’t what she wanted. Gathering her courage she placed her hands on his face and kissed him. Hard. It was all the encouragement he needed. He took control of the kiss and she surrendered to him. Oh Lord, she loved being kissed by him. They kissed hungrily, tongues entwining, her hands in his hair. She never wanted it to stop. But he pulled away.

“Wow,” he said softly.

“Wow.” She smiled shyly. “I want to have sex with you.”

Did she really just say that? She bit her lip, feeling self-conscious and lowered her eyes. Ryan made her feel safe and comfortable, but that voice chattered away in her head.

“Honey, I am dying to have sex with you, but I don’t want to rush this. I want you to be sure.”

“I am sure.” Her voice trembled, but this was what she wanted, what she needed.

Ryan stood up and her heart sank. He didn’t want to. Then he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom.

“Are you absolutely sure this is what you want?” He sat her down on the bed.

“Yes.” Her stomach was doing somersaults, and she was terrified of not being good enough or experienced enough for a man like Ryan. But she was also tired of feeling scared, and Ryan was a good man. He’d shown her that these past few days.

Ryan gently guided her to lay back and leaned over her, bracing himself on his forearms. He trailed kisses all over her face. Tentatively, she stroked his back, tracing the outline of his shoulders, down along his spine. A sound she didn’t even recognize left her mouth as his tongue trailed down her neck. Her whole body was on fire with need. Ryan sat up.

“Last chance, Sophie.” His hand rested on the belt of her robe.

She swallowed and nodded. “I’m sure.”

Slowly he untied the belt. Sophie looked away, nerves kicking in. Once he saw her body, would he stop? What if she repulsed him? He parted the robe, exposing all her nakedness. He groaned a deep appreciative sound before gently turning her head until she looked at him.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. I’ve wanted you for so long.” His voice was thick, and before Sophie could even register what he said, his mouth was on her nipple, his hands cupping her breasts.

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