there was also no haste. The sex with him had always been good but she could already tell that this time was going to be amazing. His fingers seemed to find all of the most sensitive spots on her body and his mouth and tongue were doing dangerously delicious things as well. It was so good and it was only the beginning. If they played their cards right, they'd get to do this together over and over again for years to come.
She liked the sound of that. Together. For years. This man had owned her heart for so long. It was only fair that she owned his as well.
Their clothes were in a forgotten heap on the floor as Ryan kissed a wet trail down her neck and between her breasts. The pads of his thumbs stroked her peaked nipples until she was twisting under him, soft sighs escaping from her lips.
"Ryan," she whispered, her heavy lids fluttering closed.
She heard his chuckle and then his tongue glided across her flesh, up and down, back and forth, making her reach out and clutch the back of his head so that his mouth would go where she needed him the most. His lips closed around her nipple, the teeth slightly scraping and sending a rush of arousal through her veins and to the tips of her curled toes.
Her fingers dug into his scalp as she writhed against the sheets, a bar of arousal beginning to form in her abdomen. She could hear the pounding of her heart as if a drum had taken up residence in her skull, picking up speed with every beat.
Kissing his way down her belly, he nudged her legs apart with his wide shoulders. His tongue traced patterns on the sensitive skin of her inner thigh before traveling to her core. A shiver ran up her spine and her breath caught in her throat. Part of her wanted to scream his name and the other part wanted to sigh in pure ecstasy. She wasn't sure which side was going to win but she was leaning toward screaming at the top of her lungs. It had always been good but this time it was...more. They were more themselves so they could be more to each other.
His warm lips pressed baby kisses against the slick flesh, and then he pressed a thick digit inside of her, swirling his finger against the hidden spots that only served to send her flying higher into the clouds. His tongue did wickedly naughty things on the outside while his fingers stroked from the inside, setting up a situation that was only going to end up one way.
With an almighty explosion.
Mariah fell over the edge with Ryan's name on her lips. She squeezed her eyes shut as her climax took control but that didn't stop her from seeing stars or feeling the world tilt on its axis. It also didn't stop her from clutching at his shoulders, something to steady herself when everything was spinning and whirling in her brain.
When it was over, she opened her eyes to see him quietly lying beside her, his blue gaze taking in every detail. With any other human being she would have been embarrassed, hiding her face, but with Ryan it was different. She wanted to reveal the secrets of her soul to him, and she wanted to learn his as well.
"That looked like fun," he finally said when the world had stopped spinning like a top. His breath was warm on her cheek. "Want to do it again?"
"You haven't even done it once yet," she said, her hand cupping cheek, his jaw stubbled against her palm. Her heart ached with such love for this man that had returned to her life. How had she ever made it through without him? She only felt truly whole when they were together. She'd simply been walking through life these last few years pretending to be completely alive. "Maybe we should take care of that first."
"We can take care of both of us at the same time."
Oh, that sounded like a good plan. Why didn't I think of that?
Because I can't think straight when we're naked like this.
A naked Ryan Beck was a sight to behold. He'd filled out in the last decade, his shoulders wider, his legs more muscular, his skin golden. His stomach was still just as flat and she couldn't stop herself from reaching out and running her fingertips over the ridged abdomen. The muscles under her palm