Free Fears and Scars by Emily Krat Page A

kisses along my throat.
    “I thought you came to say good-bye. That you were packing,” he confesses against my skin.
    I cling to him, afraid to let go. “God. No. Never, Ryan. Never. I’m so sorry. I love you so much,” I whisper, framing his face in my hands and trailing quick kisses from one corner of his mouth to the other.
    “It’s okay. You’re here. That’s all that matters.”
    “You’re more than enough to me. You’re everything. Everything I need and want. I’d never choose anyone over you, Ryan.”
    I feel the tension melt away from his body at my words.
    “I need you. Now.”
    The heat of his voice causes goose bumps to break out on my skin. “I need you too.”
    Ryan’s muscles ripple when he reaches one hand to his T-shirt and pulls it off in a single tug. His hands are all over me, tearing off my clothes, as his lips seek out every inch of my exposed skin.
    Before I know it, I’m lost in lust and his lips. Ryan pushes me completely naked against the closet door. I watch as his palms find my breasts. A moan leaves my lips when he takes one nipple into his mouth and sucks hard while caressing and fondling the other breast.
    Arousal dances through my body with such vigor that I can’t take it anymore. I need him inside me.
    My tongue darts out to taste the powerful column of his throat as I find the buckle of his belt and have no difficulty freeing it. Before I can unbutton his jeans, he captures my wrists in his hand and pins them above my head.
    With his other hand, he lifts my right leg against his hip and glides his palm up my inner thigh. I gasp when he slips a finger into my swollen core, and his thumb lightly presses on my clit. Applying pressure, he circles a few times. It feels so good.
    He withdraws his finger. I utter a weak protest and sag against the wall.
    Ryan doesn’t undress. He merely shoves his jeans down enough to free himself. Then he lifts me up, hands gripping my hips, and I eagerly wrap my legs around his waist.
    As his lips meet mine once more, I can almost taste his hunger for me. His erection finds my entrance with unerring precision, and he pushes into me in one smooth motion. Hard, long, thick. My body is so primed with need; he fills me easily. I cry out from the sensation of being so full of him and hear his noises of satisfaction that escape his throat from being inside me.
    He does it every time we’re together—lets me know what a relief it is for him to be finally connected to me in the most intimate way. It’s one of my favorite sounds in the world.
    A look of ecstasy clouds Ryan’s eyes when he brings his gaze back up to mine. I watch him as he watches me. There’s so much longing in his green depths.
    “I love you, Liz,” he says, his voice raspy and thick with arousal.
    “I love you, Ryan.” As soon as he hears my reply, he starts to move, thrusting his hips.
    My hands explore the planes of his back. God, I love how his solid muscles flex and bow under my fingertips. I also love the power of his body, the force with which he desperately drives in and out of me, and the sound of his rhythmic grunts, his hoarse, thick exhales as he fucks me hard … God, he drives me crazy.
    A wave of impending bliss washes over me, and my head falls back against the wall as I come apart. My entire body tingles, all the way to my toes and my fingertips.
    Ryan bites out an aroused curse. His face an inch from mine, he stares down into my eyes and says hoarsely, “Seeing you fall apart like that … fuck. You can’t even imagine how crazy I am for you.”
    His admission makes my inner muscles clench around him, and before I can utter a word, he starts pounding us into the wall again, thrusting into me hard and fast.
    “Mine. Only mine.” His words sound strained and muffled against my neck.
    He pumps into me a few more times before he lets out a guttural cry of my name as his own climax moves through him.
    His breath is hot on my neck as he slumps against me, his