in his mouth,
sucking…his eyes glittering with lust. When he removed his finger from
his mouth, he licked his lips as if he had just enjoyed a tasty treat.
God, why was he
doing this to her?
His eyes were so
hot on her face, she felt herself burning up.
“And this,” he
took her hand and cupped it over his cock. She tried to move it away, but
he held it there, squeezing his hand on top of hers.
“When I want
something badly enough, I go after it, regardless of the obstacles in my
way. Whatever this is, Ryann? It’s there and it’s real.”
Pause. “So,” he ground himself into her hand one last time, and said
huskily, “consider yourself warned.”
She started
shaking her head, when he leaned in and softly bit her lower lip, then sucked
on it, relieving the sting.
She nearly
climaxed again.
He then turned
and walked to the door. Before it latched behind him, he gave her a
pointed look, and said, “Lock up behind me,” then his mouth kicked up into his
lazy grin and he winked, walking out the door.
She slid down
the wall into a puddle on the floor, then covered her face.
He was
right. When he winked at her, she didn’t want to control her
urges.
Chapter 9
It took Ryann a
good hour to fall asleep that night…or that morning, depending on how you
looked at it. She finally had to move the picture of Brent off the
nightstand. She found she kept staring at it, mentally begging his
forgiveness because she felt as if she’d cheated on him.
Of course, she
hadn’t. She knew that. Her rational side kept telling her that, and
she knew she would get through this first initiation back into the real
world. But she couldn’t seem to convince her heart. She hadn’t been
kissed by another man since Brent. Could she even describe what happened
between her and Jeremy a “kiss”? It was like no other moment she had ever
experienced in her life with Brent. Perhaps that’s what made her feel so
guilty. And worried.
Guilty, because
she felt like she was betraying Brent’s memory. She hadn’t meant to
compare Brent to Jeremy, but considering she didn’t have a wide range of
experience with different men, there wasn’t really anyone else with whom she
could compare him.
Worried, because
Jeremy made her feel something in such an extreme way, and it was so completely
beyond the sexual feelings she had ever felt with Brent. Jeremy talked
dirty to her, explicitly describing what he wanted to do to her, it made her
feel so… sexy… naughty… so turned on. One night with Jeremy had been more
erotic than the five years she had spent with Brent.
And that was the
problem. It killed a piece of her.
She sighed and
punched the pillow. Eventually, she fell asleep, dreaming of chocolate...
and green eyes.
…..
What in the
world... ? Ryann lifted her heavy head off of her pillow, trying to
decipher the noise she’d heard. She was exhausted from going to bed so late and
not being able to sleep soundly because...that’s right...she’d let a man she’d
practically known give her a toe curling orgasm up against her foyer wall.
Ryann rolled
over and put her pillow over her head trying not to remember the night before
without blushing. The thought of Jeremy sent a warm shiver down below,
and she knew she’d never be able to forget that moment.
The noise jolted
her up again...a loud banging coming from the front of the house. Ryann
looked at her alarm clock. 10:57am.
Oh, shit!
She’d just realized what the banging was, and jumped out of bed to sprint to
the front door, nearly tripping over boxes in her path.
Ryann opened the
door without looking out the window. She knew exactly who was on the
other side.
“What the hell
took you so long?! I’ve been banging on this door for 15 minutes!
Did you just wake up?” Ayanna yelled in shock.
Way to state the
obvious, Yan.
Ayanna Sarin had
been Ryann’s best friend for 17 years. When they were 10, she