Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 162003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 810(@200wpm)___ 648(@250wpm)___ 540(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 162003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 810(@200wpm)___ 648(@250wpm)___ 540(@300wpm)
“Didn’t we see him earlier?” Nicole whispered.
“Yes,” I grumbled.
“This has Ryland written all over it.” She shook her head. “He’s so paranoid something’s going to happen to you.”
While my first inclination was to agree with her, there was something different about this guy. Mick often wore suits, but they were department store fit. This one looked like it had been seamlessly tailored to this man’s body, and I knew his shoes were real Italian leather because Ryland had the same pair. There was something suspicious about it because he didn’t look like a bodyguard. I mentally catalogued it as something else I’d have to bring up with Ryland later as we continued on to the next store.
By the time we finally got back to the apartment, I was exhausted. Shopping with Nicole should have been considered an Olympic sport. I set down my bags and kicked off my shoes before I went in search of Ryland. I found him on his weight bench, pressing out reps like nobody’s business.
Good Lord, he was sexy like that.
He had the music up, so he didn’t hear me come in. For a moment, I just stood in the doorway and watched his biceps flex as he lifted the bar above his head. His entire chest stretched and pulled, rippling down his abs from the effort. They were glistening with sweat, and I had the strangest urge to rub all over him. Chalk it up to the hormones.
With any other man, it wouldn’t have been sexy. But Ryland in this state had my panties clinging to me already. My eyes roamed over the trail of hair that disappeared into his black fleece track pants. I could see the bulge of his cock from where I stood, even though he wasn’t hard. I was having a hard time tearing my eyes away from it when he looked up and caught me ogling him. I grinned and shrugged in embarrassment as he hit pause on the stereo remote.
He sat up and leaned forward on his elbows, rubbing a towel over his face before he smirked.
“What’s up, baby girl?”
I walked towards him and slid onto the weight bench in front of him, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling his face to mine.
“Miss me?” he murmured against my lips.
“Every second of every day,” I answered.
He crushed me against his chest with a groan, pushing my dress up my thighs with strong warm fingers. “Do you want to take a shower with me?” he asked.
“No.” I shook my head adamantly. “I want you just like this.”
He groaned again and then nipped at my ear. “Such a dirty girl.”
He tried to lift me up, but I placed my hand in the center of his chest and pushed him back down. There was something about seeing him in this position- vulnerable to me- that I really liked. And I had every intention of exploring it.
His eyes flared when I leaned down and flicked my tongue over his nipple, tasting the salt on his skin. He made a strangled noise in his throat that sounded very much like approval, so I did it again to the other side.
“Put your hands behind your head,” I ordered.
He arched a brow at me and gave me that look. The one that told me he was always in control and I had no idea who I was talking to.
“Do it,” I said again.
“Someone’s bossy today.” He flashed me an arrogant grin as he reluctantly put his hands behind his head and watched me curiously.
I stood up and peeled off every scrap of clothing I had on, discarding it on the floor before reaching down to tug off his pants. His cock lay heavy against his belly, already pulsing with need as he watched me.
I sat between his legs and glided my hands up his thighs, teasing his balls with the pads of my fingers. Ryland’s eyes grew heavy with lust, and his cock jerked in excitement.
I climbed over so that I was straddling his body and rubbed myself against him. I was already soaked with arousal, and I glided over his hard flesh with ease, watching his eyes close and lips part as he instinctively bumped his hips up to greet me.
I didn’t let him inside. Teasing him, I positioned him right where I needed him for the maximum amount of friction. There was something incredibly erotic about sliding all over his body like this while he lay powerless beneath me.
His biceps flexed and twitched, an obvious sign he was struggling to maintain his control. Ryland’s nature was to take over and dominate everything, but I knew sometimes he liked it when I took that control away from him too.
I reached up and cupped my breasts, and his eyes darkened, growing hungrier by the second. I was moving faster against him now, sliding along his shaft and grinding my hips down onto his. I pressed my hands against his chest and rocked back and forth while he rolled his hips to collide with mine.