Page 37 of Don’t Look Back

Ryan only cuddled closer, peering up at me with a messy face. “You’ll do it when you’re ready. And if you want me to, I’ll be there.”

I choked, unable to keep my laughter at bay. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I can’t take you seriously right now. I guess you haven’t grown out of getting ice cream all over your face, huh?”

Without thinking about it, I thumbed away the ice cream on his cheek, sucking the finger into my mouth. Ryan watched intently, squirming and drawing that lip between his teeth again.

“If you bite that damn lip one more time, I’m going to do it for you,” I threatened.

“Do it,” he challenged.

Lust leading the way, I hauled him into a blistering kiss. When he parted for my tongue, I sank my teeth into that swollen lip. Ryan whimpered, sending a jolt through my veins and straight to my cock. The sudden change in pressure forced me to standing.

Ryan gazed up at me, confused. Behind us, the parade ended and people filled the streets once more, the thundering music blaring through the speakers. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” If I’m going to do this, it has to be now. “I’m sorry, but can we go back to the hotel?”

“Yeah…” He cautiously got to his feet. “Are you feeling okay?”

Like he was speaking to my dick directly, the bastard punched against my zipper. “There’s something I want to do, and I can’t do it here.”

“Why not?”

“Because that’s public indecency and it would probably get us arrested.”

I could practically see the cogs turning in Ryan’s head, and clocked the moment he picked up on my fidgeting. “You want to have sex?”

I nodded. “I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m nervous, and I’ll have a million questions but⁠—”

“That’s okay.”

Ryan hauled me into a taxi, placing a commanding hand on my thigh once we sat down. Nerves tightened my gut, warring with the desire that had taken up residence there. I squirmed in my seat, desperately wanting to nudge Ryan’s hand higher until it soothed the ache between my thighs.

He squeezed, banishing the anxiety.

Back in our room, Ryan had me inside and pushed against the door before I could blink.

“Are you sure?” he panted, pressing himself against me and grinding his bulge against my own.

Christ. I groaned. “If I wasn’t before, I am now.”

My mouth slammed down to his, tongue spearing through his lips and earning one of those intoxicating whimpers in response.

“Go lay down,” he said, coming up for air. “I need to freshen up.”

“Okay.”

The bathroom door clicked shut, and I stretched across the bed. I thought back to that first dream I’d had. Closing my eyes, I could almost feel his hand sliding down my stomach. Unable to take the pressure, I fumbled my belt open and popped the button on my jeans. I’d just begun slipping my hand in my pants when the door opened. I jolted, scratching my sore hand against the rough zipper.

“Were you just touching yourself?” Ryan asked, leaning against the wall.

Busted. “I um… I was trying to but⁠—”

Hungry eyes raked over my body, the warm, chocolate brown having transformed to something much darker. “Want some help?”

“Please.”

Ryan pounced, landing on the bed. His knee shoved my thighs apart, pressing against my cock and granting me the friction I craved. “Allow me.”

CHAPTER TWELVE