“Now let’s see if I can make you forget about all those other guys.”
“There weren’t that many.”
“Still too many.”
He slides down my body as I lean back against the wall; his breath tickles between my thighs, as he slides his finger under my panties, slipping them slowly over my legs with his warm hands.
He lifts himself back up to my thighs, and I tremble under the warmth of his skin. I hold my breath, waiting to feel him inside me – but he has other ideas. He throws my legs over his shoulders and stands up effortlessly, with me on top of him.
“What…?” I ask, shifting my weight nervously.
He pushes me back against the wall, keeping me up.
“I want to show you what all these muscles are for,” he says, before his tongue proves him right.
I’m balancing on his shoulders, his face between my thighs, his hands grabbing tightly onto my arse.
My God, I could almost come at the thought of it.
Ryan pins me up against the wall, strong and secure; he takes what he wants, without a word, and I can’t do anything but tug at his hair, pushing him deeper inside me.
The heat of his breath ripples through my body, his tongue exploring, marking his territory. I give myself over to him completely.
“This is just mine, now,” he whispers into my pulsing clit, before plunging once again inside me.
And with his strength, with his desire, and all his muscles, Ryan O’Connor is telling me exactly that: now, I’m his. And I don’t plan on fighting it.
