as she could do. She liked to be the one who directed a guy’s movements, whether it was kissing or screwing. She stayed in control and gave only as much as she chose. It wasn’t like that with Ryan. His mouth on hers, his hands moving over her, his big body pressing against her, everything about him was demanding that she give it up to him, and she gave herself willingly.
She was only vaguely aware of his hands unbuttoning her blouse. He pushed it back off her shoulders and she let it fall to the floor. She was used to guys ogling her breasts, and he was no different in that. There was an almost reverent look on his face as he closed his hands around them and teased her nipples through the lacy green fabric.
“I don’t mind telling you I’ve dreamed about these babies.”
She chuckled. “You have?”
He nodded solemnly.
“Do I dare to ask what happened in these dreams?”
He winked. “You can ask, but I think we’ll both enjoy it more if I show rather than tell.” He reached around to unhook her bra, but she shook her head.
“No?”
She laughed. “Don’t look so panicked. You’ll get to them, but I’m all about equality.” She started unbuttoning his shirt. “I don’t mind telling you that I’ve had the occasional dream about your chest, too.”
He grinned and tore his shirt open, sending buttons flying and making her laugh again as he shrugged out of it and threw it. “There, it’s all yours.” He closed his arms around her and hugged her against his now naked and very solid chest.
She looked up into his eyes as he unhooked her bra then slid the straps off her shoulders.
“If you’re into equality then you’d better get to licking and sucking because I intend to take my time with these babies.”
She sucked in a sharp breath as he slid his hands between them and circled her nipples with his thumbs. Then he dropped his hands to her waist and pulled her hips against his as he kissed his way down her throat. “Sorry,” he murmured. “You’ll have to take your turn later. You were too slow.” Sliding one arm around her waist, he tangled his other hand in her hair, pulling her head back as he lowered his to mouth her breasts.
The feel of his hot tongue on her taut nipples had her moaning and writhing. It felt so damned good. Even while he was tasting her, he was unzipping her skirt. It slid down over her hips and fell to the floor. He straightened up and took hold of her hands as she stepped out of it. The heat between her legs intensified as he stood back and looked her over. He looked ready to devour her.
Then his expression changed so quickly it took her breath away. He was frowning now; he looked almost angry. It made her want to bring her hands up to cover herself.
“What?”
When he met her gaze there was no mistaking the suspicion in his eyes, but she had no clue what it was about.
“Is this a setup?”
“What?” Her hands came up to cover her breasts. Standing almost naked before him had felt so good just moments ago, but now she felt exposed and vulnerable—something she spent most of her life avoiding.
He shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. “Tell me the truth, Leanne. Did you know that Dan was going to set us up like this?”
“No!” She glared at him. “Why? … What? … What just happened here, Ryan?” She looked around for her blouse. She wanted it back and she wanted to get out of here. She took a step toward where it lay on the floor, but he caught her arm and pulled her to him. She stiffened, fight or flight ready to kick in in full force. But she wasn’t stupid. He was too big to fight and there was no viable flight—unless she wanted to run out into the street in just her thong and heels. She chose the third and only viable option. She froze.
His expression was gentle as he tugged her wrist. He was inviting—not forcing—her to come to him. She stared back into his eyes, still frozen and unsure of what he was doing and what she wanted. He decided it for her when he smiled.
“I’m sorry.” He jerked his chin at her thong. “Are you going to tell me that’s what you always wear? That when we’re sitting there