Page 117 of Fake It For Love (Faux Love)
“Don’t be cruel, Ryan. I can’t handle cruel right now.”
He slid off the stool and took a step toward me. His wet hair clung to the sides of his head. His shorts were wet and clinging as well. Damn if he couldn’t distract me.
I stared at him as he stepped closer.
“I’m not a cruel person, Claire. That’s not who I am. I don’t want to disappoint you. I’d like to promise you I won’t, but I’m human. The one thing I would not do is do something to hurt you. When you hurt, I hurt.”
“I know you’re not cruel,” I murmured.
“I think you really should have let me talk that night,” he said. “I could have told you I wasn’t going anywhere. I was going to figure out a way to make a relationship work because I was crazy in love with you.”
My mouth opened, then closed. He did not just say that.
But he did. And he was looking at me with heat and desire in his eyes.
I didn’t get a chance to say another word. His mouth slammed over mine. His hands grabbed my hips and jerked me against him.
His wet shorts soaked through my shorts. The man was ravenous. Maybe I was the one who was ravenous. My hands went to his wet hair and pulled his face harder against mine. I wasn’t going to let go.
He was using his body to back me up. A moment later my ass was against the smooth edge of the center island. His hands attacked the button on my shorts and jerked them down along with my panties in one hard tug. The coolness of the marble counter pressed against my ass. A moment later, he lifted me and dropped my bare ass on his counter. He stepped between my legs and pulled me close against him once again. His mouth never left mine. I was on a wild ride with no exit plan. I didn’t want off this ride.
He ran his fingers over my pussy and was apparently satisfied with what he found. “That’s my girl,” he whispered. “You’re wet for me.”
“I am,” I moaned. I wanted to feel his skin against mine. I pulled off my shirt and tossed it on the floor without a care in the world.
I kissed him while running my hands over his bare back. His muscles rippled under my touch. I had to be with him. The frantic nature was suddenly too much. I pushed at his swim trunks, bending forward to push them down his body. My hand wrapped around his hard erection and stroked before pulling him close to me. One of his strong arms wrapped around me while his other guided himself to my entry.
I felt the head of his cock brush over my slit. I sucked in a breath and wiggled a little closer.
“Fuck!” He groaned and pulled back.
“What are you doing?”
“My condoms are upstairs,” he said.
“Ryan, really? I told you I loved you. I want you. I’m not fucking anyone else, and I know you’re not.”
“I’m not,” he said with a shake of his head. “I would never.”
I grabbed his shoulder. “If you don’t fuck me right now, this is going to turn into something very X-rated.”
He smirked. “You make that sound like a threat.”
“You do me or I do me,” I told him while looking directly into his eyes.
His jaw clenched. He grabbed my hips, and before I could even prepare myself for what I knew was coming, he was pushing inside me. I cried out and leaned back as his girth filled me. My body stretched and blossomed and welcomed him inside.
His mouth dropped to my breasts with one hand cupping while he sucked on my nipple through the sheer fabric of my bra. The overwhelming pleasure was almost too much to handle. My brain was overloaded and couldn’t process it all. I was dizzy with desire and need.
The man gave me his all. One deep stroke after another while my nails scored his back. I heard myself chanting. It was a combination of his name and encouragement to keep going. Complete sentences were just not possible in the moment. I had never felt so completely in tune with another person. It was like his body was a part of mine. We were melding together with every stroke. To think I almost walked away from this.
“I can’t stop,” he grunted.
“Don’t stop!”
I grabbed his face in my hands and kissed him like I might never kiss him again. He held me close against him with his hips rocking. I felt the spiral. I couldn’t tell if it started with him or me. It didn’t matter. We were spiraling together. We were climbing high, and when we peaked, it would be together. I wasn’t afraid of the fall down the other side because it would be with him.
His body erupted first and quickly triggered my own release. I held him close and took every last bit of love he had to offer.
