Awakening (27 page)

Ryan laughs. “I’ll never tell my man secrets.” His hands catch my hair and pull it back, exposing my throat, kissing my softly. He starts unbuttoning my shirt.

“Here,” I say, and pull it off over my head.

He smiles appreciatively. “Man. I just can’t get used to you. You’re so unbelievably sexy,” he breathes out and works on unhooking my bra.

Unzipping my jeans, I slide out of them. Soon I’m completely naked, just as he is. I feel his cock on my upper thigh.

“Come on,” he growls, and leads me to the bathroom.

The tub is almost full now, so he shuts the water off. We slip in, displacing a lot of the water. The warmth feels so good. I hadn’t realized how tense I was until just that moment. Ryan unplugs the drain and pulls me on top of him so we are both resting against the side of the tub. We lie like that for a while, listening to the water drain out. When I feel the water slipping past my ribs, I open my eyes.

“Um, Ryan, we’re draining the tub.”

“It’s okay. We can refill it when it gets cold. You know, unlimited hot water here,” he says, grinning.

His fingers take long, tantalizing strokes up and down my legs. His touch sends currents of electricity along my spine. He gets closer and closer to the apex of my thighs with each stroke, spreading heat from deep in my belly to my entire body. Soon I feel it in my toes.

Without thinking, my legs open for him and I lean back, eyes closed, waiting for his next touch. I hear his breath quicken as his body shifts under mine. At first, it’s just a soft glance, barely a touch, and then I feel his fingers lingering, then opening me, spreading me. The warm water heightens my sensitivity, my nipples become hard even in the hot water, my breath becomes uneven.

Ryan moves and plugs up the drain. My eyes are still closed; my head tilted back with nerve endings on full alert. I feel Ryan moving around and hear the water running. The sound becomes muted, so I open my eyes and see that he has the hand held shower under the water.

“Thought we might want to warm up the water again,” Ryan says, salaciously.

“Okay,” I say. Oh! He moves the nozzle head so there is a direct stream of constant warm water right between my legs. My eyes widen a little.

“Is this okay?” He asks, hesitantly.

“Yeah. Just a little unexpected.” I relax back into the side of the tub again.

Ryan’s hands move closer to me. He opens me and steers the water stream for a direct hit. Holy shit, that feels good.

“Ahhh,” I cry out. “This isn’t going to take long!” My eyes start to flutter.

I hear him laugh, a delicious sexy laugh, and I open my legs wider as my eyes shut tighter. His laugh abruptly stops. Opening my eyes, I see Ryan looking extremely serious, watching me. His face is as close to my sex without being underwater as he can get.

“You are so beautiful. I love watching you come.” Ryan’s voice is deep and ragged, his breath coming in short spurts as if he is concentrating hard.

Knowing he’s that close to me, watching me, leaves me with an odd sensation. Not a bad one, in fact, the more I think about it, the more I realize that I like it. My legs open farther for him and I push up off the bottom, getting my pelvis closer to his face.

He gasps, but follows my hips with the showerhead. It feels so good, that warm honey feeling slowly spreading across my midsection. I know it won’t be long now.

As my hips float close to his face, the stream is becoming less constant. For a second it’s perfect and I think I’m about to come, and then I float a quarter of an inch away and lose the momentum. After losing the connection two or three times, I grab the hand held from him. He looks at me with wonder in his eyes.

“Oh, my God, I’m so close. Give me the damn thing,” I yell, laughing at him.

He hands it to me and smiles. Taking control, I lay my back against the tub wall. My hips are floating near Ryan’s face, my legs spread as far apart as possible in the tub, and I’m holding the shower head as close as possible in the hopes of a desperately awaited orgasm.

“Jesus Christ, Nora. That’s the sexist thing I have ever seen,” I hear him say, feeling his breath on my inner thigh. Opening my eyes, I see his face is almost touching my sex.

That pushes me over the top and I cry out as the orgasm rips through me.

“That’s it,” Ryan calls to me. “I’m watching you come.”

That makes me come harder. Just knowing he’s that close to me, watching me—it opens up something deep inside of me I didn’t even know was there.

“Ryan!” I scream out as the orgasm shatters me inside with wave upon wave of pleasure. With the water sloshing around in the tub, I’m in my own tsunami of sensation.

The next thing I know, Ryan has turned off the water and is draining the tub. He hands me a towel.

“Do you mind if we move this to the other room?” He asks, grinning obscenely.

“No,” I grunt and reach for the towel, still panting.

I watch him dry off. His muscles ripple with his movements, his abs tight, his shoulders broad, and he’s still hard; the combination is heady and I’m instantly ready for more.

“You okay?” Ryan asks me.

“Yep. Just watching you and getting turned on even more, if that’s even possible,” I say.

“Oh yeah, it’s possible.” He steps closer to me.

He holds my head and caresses my cheek. His lips are soft against mine, nothing too urgent.

“Mmmm. You taste good,” he says while tugging on my bottom lip with his teeth.

I kiss him back, urgently, and feel him respond, his cock hitting my pelvis, his tongue opening my mouth, demanding entrance. I fist his hair and tug. He sighs and wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me into him.

“I need to be inside of you,” he growls and breaks free.

We stand close together, his chestnut eyes to my green. Our bodies so close, but not touching. Our body heat mixes and radiates off each other, the coil of desire curling inside is red hot and wound up tight.

Something deep inside my chest breaks open. It feels as if warm fluid is spreading throughout my body. In this moment, I would do anything for this man. I have never felt this way about anyone before. The thought hits me like a ton of bricks, causing my breath to halt.

“Nora,” Ryan whispers my name. “It’s okay. Trust me.”

He pushes my hair away from my face and runs his thumb along my cheekbone. The breath I was holding lets go, but the tension between us grows.

“Ryan. I’d do any—” He covers my mouth with his finger.

“Wait. Just wait,” he says, and then his mouth plunges into mine, kissing me as if there is nothing else in the world.

I kiss him back. Now, more than ever, I need him. I need him on top of me, inside of me, I need to feel the weight of his body covering mine. My desire is no longer just carnal; now there is a desperate need that wasn’t there before.

His arms wrap around me and lift me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and he walks us to the bed, gently laying me down while straddling me. Looking up, I see his hooded eyes watching me. Even as he looms over me, his impressive cock between us, I feel that other part of me calling for him, yearning for him. I cannot explain this feeling—I just know that it is overwhelming me.

“Jesus, Nora. You are so beautiful, so sexy,” Ryan breathes out the words while reaching for a condom.

He leans over me, kissing my shoulder, my neck, and the line of my jaw. His hands reverently caress my body, slowly squeezing my breasts, rolling my nipples, stroking my legs. His knee shoves my upper thigh open and he hovers over me with his cock just at my entrance, pushing in, teasing out, tantalizing me. It’s all almost too much. My nerves and my body are so over stimulated I can barely see. My sex is throbbing; my hands reach up and push his buttocks down, smashing him into me.

He moans in my ear. Lifting up, he repositions and this time dives all the way in. His sudden fulfillment is shocking to my system. I cry out and tighten.

“Jesus, fuck. You’re so tight!” he bites out.

His mouth moves to my nipple while his hand squeezes my other breast. I arch my back, thrusting up into him, making him go deeper still.

All my senses are telling me that I need this man to possess every part of me. I need him to do it now. From underneath him, I start thrusting against him. Slowly at first, moving in circles between each thrust.

Ryan takes control of our rhythm and starts driving in with punishing force. With every drive in, he hits a sweet spot. Like an addict looking for a high, I push harder and faster, looking for it, searching for it, needing it.

He flips us over so that now I’m on top and he is underneath me. Still straddling him, I sit upright while he holds my hips. Pressing down on his hard muscled chest, I throw my hips into play and slam down on him harder and harder. It feels so damn good.

I feel his eyes on me, watching me. I sit up and lift my hands to my hair, throwing back my head while still grinding into him, hitting that sweet spot over and over again; his hands take both my breasts, rolling both my nipples. I am on the cusp of pain and pleasure.

“My God. You’re eating me alive,” Ryan moans. I almost don’t hear him. I have reached the place of no words, just pure, simple sensation.

Each time my hips grind into his, I feel the warm honey spreading inside my body. I feel the coil of desire getting tighter and tighter. Each time his hands move, I feel an electric pulse, his heat leaving a trail of fire across my skin.

“Nora. I’m going to come.” Ryan grabs my hips, his voice desperate.

“I’m close. It’s okay. Come. Come inside of me.” I think I’m yelling, but I’m not even sure.

I slam down again on his pelvis and Ryan goes rigid.

“Fuuuck!” he yells, as his release takes over his body.

That pushes me over the top and I lose it. I scream because it feels so good, so damn good. Throat raw, nerve endings frayed, my world explodes around me. His hands reach up and grab me, pulling me down on top of him.

I come back to reality to the sounds of our panting and the smell of sweat and sex. Ryan’s skin is cooling off, but where we are touching is still hot and slick. I don’t want to end this. I don’t want to break our silence and reenter the world of words.

Ryan shifts underneath me, making more room for the both us. With my head on his chest and our bodies entwined, I drift off to blissful sleep.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

“Are you kidding me? I can’t wear this out in the world?” I’m astonished at the outfit Ryan has put together for me. Impressed with how I look, but still shocked.

I’m wearing a micro-mini soft, black leather skirt that barely covers my ass, fish net stockings that leave plenty of skin between where the stockings stop and the skirt begins, a loose red mid-drift shirt, and boots. I look hot, but a little too European-prostitute-hot for my comfort level.

“In what universe is this an okay outfit to wear when I’m not charging by the hour?” I turn to Ryan in our fitting room.

“Damn, Young. You look so, so, so fuckable!” Ryan says with awe in his voice.

“Ryan! Focus. You need to answer my question.” I throw a rejected shirt at him.

“Huh. What? What universe? Mine, baby.” He smiles a salacious, wicked smile. “In my universe, this is the perfect outfit for where we’re going.” His eyes draw up and down my body, finally meeting mine. They’re hungry, his desire is palpable.

“Seriously? You want me to wear this, not knowing anything about where we’re going?”

I turn back to the mirror. I have to admit, I do look hot, but now my nerves are getting to me about what on earth we are doing tonight.

“Come on. Let’s get out of here before I throw you down and do you right here in the dressing room,” Ryan growls in my ear behind me. “Here, let me help you take it off.”

“Get back, you thug!” I slap his hand away, laughing. “You wait in the hall. I’ll dress in real clothes and see you out there.”

I shove him out the door. What the heck does he wear if I’m wearing this? Sighing, I start to peel the outfit off. What the hell am I doing? I shake my head. Taking a few seconds to stare at myself in the mirror, I reflect on the last few weeks. I think I can definitely say that I have jumped off the cliff. The question is, do I soar or fall flat on my face!

Pulling back the curtain of the dressing room, I find Ryan waiting for me with a huge smile on his face.

“Lunch?” he asks, as if everything is perfectly normal.

“Sure.” I smile back at him as we make our way to the checkout counter.

Lunch, as it turns out, is exactly what I needed after that shopping trip. Ryan takes us to a restaurant in the square across from the hotel. So far the day has been fantastic. The next item on our agenda is back to the hotel for a nap. He has been frustratingly mum about our plans for this evening, just that they start late and go early. We must nap, but we can’t have sex.

Nope, I’m not worried at all, not me! That’s what I keep telling myself, anyway. From what I can tell, we’re going to some sort of nightclub. Maybe a strip club where the customers get to jump on stage or something. Like that will ever happen.