“I'm planning to run every red light.”
ELEVEN
Kamran
I was nervous, but not for any of the reasons that I should be. I wasn't thinking of the big picture anymore. Not of Melissa or my marriage or of what people would say.
All I could think about was Ryan's hand on my thigh and what was to come next.
It seemed to take forever to get to Ryan’s place, especially since I didn't have the heart toactuallyrun the red lights along the way. After all, an accident would really put a damper on things.
“Such a liar,” Ryan muttered playfully when I was forced to stop for the third one.
But his hand slid in between my legs when he said it, practically making me combust.
I had to drive with my head back, eyes glued forward, forcing my attention on the road.
How his magnetism had escaped me for so long would be the biggest mystery of my life.I would look back for years to come saying “Kamran, you twat, open your eyes!”
Luckily, I'd figured it out before the two of us were in seniors’ homes, probably too old to take advantage of the fact that our chemistry was undeniable.
When I finally pulled into his driveway, Ryan released me to open his door. Immediately, I missed his touch. I needed the warmth of his hands on me again.
As quickly as I could, I jumped out of my car and followed him to the door, frowning at the lingering fact that I had ignored this for so long.
Again. I had beensuchan idiot!
“What's wrong?” Ryan asked, glancing at me over his shoulder with a nervous smile. God, his smile was so sweet. So boy-next-door, which on a six foot two football player turned out to be the combo needed to make my knees weak. “What are you thinking?”
“Just about how sexy you are,” I admitted, letting my hands land on his hips as he quickly unlocked the door.
At my words, he paused and I took the opportunity to feel the gentle curve of his waist until he shivered.
“Come inside, right now,” he gritted, and I had the feeling I was about to be punished for something.
My heart skidded with excitement, semi hard cock thickening even more.
The moment we were inside, he turned around, taking me in his arms and slamming me against the door to press his tongue between my lips.
Engulfed in his arms, his heat, his smell, I didn't dare move, even if he would let me. Which he didn't. He held my face, exactly where he wanted it and kissed me and kissed me untilevery nerve in my mouth felt like it was being brushed and stimulated and my balls tightened with the need to release.
My hands stayed where they were, resting on his hips, until he was done and he pulled back ever so slightly, leaving me panting.
“You're going to be so much trouble,” he whispered and I shrugged helplessly.
“Probably more than I'm worth.”
His eyes drifted shut, forehead dropping to mine before he shook his head.
“No way in hell. You're worth it, Kamran. You're worth everything.”
“There you go again, making me feel loved,” I chastised and Ryan stiffened. I smiled, warmth filling me at his awkwardness at being found out.
“I could get used to it,” I went on, and he relaxed again, warmth and affection filling his eyes.
“Come on,” he said, taking me by the hand and leading me through his house.
I'd been in his bedroom a bunch of times. I’d helped him set up the TV on the wall, used the shower once or twice when the other one was out of commission and I’d come over straight from work. Most recently, I'd laid in it and held his hand all night long, getting the best night’s sleep I could remember in ages, even though I'd woken up with a throbbing headache and a moral dilemma to attend to.
