Page 81 of No Mistake

She smiled at him, not wanting to ruin this time together. It was like they were in a little bubble right now, and a part of her didn’t want it to end. But it would. Chloe would leave the hospital, Ryan would be back with his team, and she would return to work. How were things going to be between them when they went back to the reality of their normal daily lives? It worried her more than she wanted to admit.

“Yes, you are good at what you do. In more ways than one.” She looked at him coyly over the rim of her wine glass.

Ryan laughed. “Thank you for the compliment. I aim to please.”

“Well, you do please me. Very much.” Damn, the wine was going to her head. “What happens after...” She waved her hand dismissively.

“After what?” Ryan arched his eyebrows, confused.

“When you are no longer my protector.” She tried to say it jokingly, but Ryan’s face was serious when he answered.

“We’re going to do what I said we were going to do. I’m going to date you properly. We are going to have dinners, go to movies, whatever you want. We’re going to get to know each other even better than we do.”

“I like the sound of that,” she said quietly. “Glad I wasn't just a pastime while you were on the job.”

Ryan’s startled expression made her giggle.

“I’m joking! Unless this is something you do with all the women you have to protect?”

Ryan visibly relaxed. “Well, I am meant to make them feel as at ease as possible.”

Sophie gasped in mock shock. “And there I was, thinking I was special.”

“You are special. You are hot and sexy, and I can’t wait to make you come again.”

Sophie’s mouth fell open. The thrill of hearing him say that making her whole body come alive.

“Too much?” Ryan grinned.

“No. I can’t wait for you to make me come again, too.” Clearly the wine had loosened her tongue and given her a little confidence.

Ryan stood up. She looked up at him expectantly.

“Don’t move.” He cleared the counter, putting the dishes in the dishwasher before coming back to stand beside her. She went to move, but he shook his head. “I said, don’t move.”

His voice was quiet and firm, but she wasn’t scared. She trembled in anticipation.

Strong hands went around her waist and she gasped as he lifted her up onto the kitchen island like she weighed nothing. Their gazes were now level; he pushed her legs apart and stepped between them. He took her hands and placed one beside each of her hips. “Keep your hands there,” he commanded. She nodded unable to speak. Then he kissed her.

God damn, the first thing she wanted to do was grab hold of him, run her fingers through his hair, but she kept her hands still as his mouth fused with hers. She was already wet and began fidgeting, pushing herself against him. She felt his hands back on her waist.

“I said, don’t move.” He breathed across her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

Ryan took hold of the waistband of her yoga pants and pulled them down, urging her to lift up so he could slide them off. Next he removed her tank and made sure she put her hands back at her sides. She was left in her simple white underwear. Nothing fancy. But for once, she didn’t feel embarrassed. Yes, she’d had wine, but the way Ryan was looking at her made her more giddy than any alcohol could. She’d dreamed of this. Dreamed of Ryan looking at her this way, making love to her. Now, it was actually happening.

Sophie watched his face as, mesmerized, he trailed a finger down her neck, her chest, between her breasts, and then under, tracing the seam of her bra. Her nipples were erect against the thin material. Slowly, he pushed aside the bra and lowered his mouth, sucking on the bud.

Without thinking, she moved her hands, running them over his hair. Ryan stopped.

“I said not to move your hands. Do I need to tie you up?”

His gaze pierced her and the thought of him tying her up made her even wetter. Obediently, she placed her hands back beside her hips and his mouth went back to work.

When his hand skimmed over her panties, she groaned, fisting her hands to keep them still.

“Mmm. So wet.” He murmured before raising his head to kiss her.

The beep of a text message made him freeze. “Shit.” He kissed her again and cupped her face. ‘I’m sorry. I have to see what that is.”

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