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A sense of longing filled me and I knew this moment was our closure—and we had to make the best of it.

I let the bit of alcohol in my veins take over before I chickened out, and I knelt on the cushion. I placed my hands on his shoulders, pushed him back against the couch, and straddled him. His eyes went wide and his mouth parted, but the shock didn’t stop his hands from closing around my waist. My dress rode up as I adjusted myself, pressing my pelvis against his, all the while staring into his eyes, loving how the surprise in them morphed into lust.

“Jess,” Ryan whispered. “What about your boyfriend?”

I let my hands run over his taut biceps. “There’s no boyfriend.”

His eyes bugged again. “No boyfriend?”

“Nope. There never was one.”

His shocked expression changed back to lust, propelling me. I leaned into him and brushed my lips on his. So soft, so warm. His eyes fluttered closed and he moaned. He slid one of his hands up my back and clasped my nape, holding me close. Then he crashed his mouth against mine, claiming my every breath. His soft lips moved in a sensual, almost frantic rhythm, and his tongue provoked mine, making me moan. His hand on my waist snaked to the small of my back, pressing my breasts against his chest.

Swimming in desire, I rolled my hips, increasing the friction between us. He broke the kiss and drew in a sharp breath.

I took advantage of that pause to tug his shirt up. He helped me take it off, and then his hands were around my back, looking for my dress’s zipper, while I skimmed my fingers over the tattoos on his toned pecs and abdomen. Damn, he was ripped, much more than four years ago, and I loved it. Under the tattoos on his chest, I could see the faint scars from the accident. I let my fingertips graze over the long, thin lines—a shiver rolled down Ryan’s body. I stared into his eyes, hoping he could tell I was okay with them. They were a part of him now. They made him even more special to me.

He leaned into me and his mouth found my neck. He grazed his tongue on my skin, making me shiver, while he undid my zipper. He leaned back to pull my dress over my head, and stayed there. Eager to touch him, to taste him, I bent closer, reaching for him, but he grasped my upper arms and held me back.

“Let me look at you,” Ryan said. His husky, thick voice wrapped around me, making me shiver. I was self-conscious and excited by the way his gaze skimmed my body. It was as if he was devouring every inch of me with his eyes. His fingertips traced the cup of my bra from the middle of my chest, up the strand to my shoulder. That simple, fluttering touch ignited my skin, sending waves of want to all my nerve endings, and I shivered again.

I loved the way he looked at me.

Somewhere in my hazy mind, I thanked my good sense for having chosen a matching black lace strapless bra and panties to go with my dress.

“That’s hot,” he said. The corners of his lips curled up as he reached behind me and undid the clasp of my bra. He drew in a breath as his eyes scanned my body. “Fuck, Jess, you’re so beautiful.”

Finally, he reached for me, hooking an arm around my waist and clasping one of my breasts with his free hand. He lowered his face to my chest and fitted his mouth on my other breast. His tongue lapped one nipple while he pinched the other, making me cry out. Heat rushed through my body, settling between my thighs.

Oh, he was making me crazy, but I would make him crazy too.

With some jiggling, I undid the button and zipper of his jeans and slid my hand under his boxers. He groaned, nipping at my breast. I closed my hand around his length and squeezed, moving my hand up and down.

“Oh shit,” Ryan muttered against my skin.

Before I knew what was happening, Ryan had laid me on his couch. With his eyes on mine, he slipped off his boots and jeans, and then covered me with his body. I moaned, loving how warm his skin felt, how wonderful his weight on me was. But it didn’t last. His mouth found my neck, and slowly, his lips and tongue tortured my skin from my collarbone, down my breasts and belly, to my thighs, leaving a trace of heat and desire.

He slid off my panties before parting my legs. Anticipation clutched my stomach, and I felt like I would explode before he even touched me. He lowered his face to me and I held my breath. His tongue teased my inner thigh, making me jump with each lash.

“Ryan, please,” I whispered. How could he tease me now? “Please.”

Finally, his tongue flickered over my clit. I cried, arching my back. He swirled his tongue around my sensitive spot, and his finger teased my entrance. Tension built inside me. I wouldn’t last long like this. Neither did I want to. I knotted my fingers in his hair as he sucked my clit and slid a finger inside me.

“Oh, God,” I cried.

Ryan slipped a second finger inside me and thrust them deep before curling them, hitting the perfect spot. He repeated the movement a few more times, and when he increased the pressure of his tongue on my clit, I stilled for a brief second.

“Ryan,” I cried. The ecstasy hit me hard and I trembled, completely undone.

Slowly, I came down from cloud nine. Ryan stood beside me, watching me. Desire burned in his eyes. It was unbelievable how much I enjoyed seeing him like this. Almost as undone as I was. It was delicious. Exciting.

He caught me in his arms and carried me to his bed. Without taking his heated eyes from mine, he laid me in the center of his mattress. He took off his boxers and I swallowed, admiring his ripped, hard body. I wanted to ask him to stand there for a minute so I could admire him too, but I also didn’t want to wait. I needed him. Now.

As if hearing my thoughts, Ryan didn’t waste time. He grabbed a condom from the nightstand and crawled over me. His mouth found mine, and he kissed me. His lips molded to mine, fitting perfectly. God, it was so good, I could kiss him forever.

He pulled back and ripped the foil package. Feeling bold, I caught the condom from him—he arched a brow at me—and I rolled it over him, drawing a sharp inhale from him.

His lips tugged up and he lay over me again, his eyes never leaving mine. Slowly, he slid inside me and I gasped, shocked and amazed at how much he filled me, how good it was. And he hadn’t even started moving yet.

Ryan lowering his head to my neck, and then buried himself deep inside me before he stopped. With a grunt, he nipped my neck. This stillness, this fullness, this heat, all of it was killing me. I couldn’t take it anymore. I rolled my hips. With another grunt, Ryan took the hint and started moving.

He dragged his lips up my neck and jaw, until they were back to my mouth. He kissed me as slowly and deeply as he moved, and it felt like hell and heaven rolled into one. Torture and pleasure, and a sense that I would explode and die at any second.

But I wanted more. I wanted so much more. I wanted everything from him.

I bit his lower lip and dug my nails into his hard ass, pushing him against me.

He pulled back and raised an eyebrow at me, a wicked glint in his hazel eyes. “What do you want?” he rasped, his voice heavy.

To tease me, he slowed even more. I groaned.

“Say it,” he commanded.

Then he stopped moving all together.

“What the hell?” I cried.

He chuckled. “Tell me what you want.”

Oh, I wouldn’t tell him; I would show him.

With a wicked grin, I pushed him back and flipped us around. His back hit the mattress and I straddled him, lowering myself to take him in as deep as humanly possible.

He hissed, his eyes traveling up my body. “I think I like this view.”

“This is what I want,” I whispered.

Then I started moving, up and down, up and down, as hard and fast as I could. His hands clutched my waist and he held on to me, cursing under his breath. After a few moments, he lifted his hips, joining me in this sweet torture.

I leaned over him, changing the friction a little, and Ryan reached up, cupping my breasts. He squeezed, pinched, and teased. Too many feelings and emotions swirled in my chest, in my stomach, in my legs … everywhere. My blood was boiling, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. By the way Ryan clutched me, his concentration at every stroke and touch, I knew it wouldn’t be long for him too.