This Time Around (Maybe #2)(24)
“Ryan,” I gasp, still in shock.
“The last time I proposed I couldn’t afford the engagement ring you deserved, but this time I can,” he says, his lips curving. He pulls out a black box and opens it so I can see. In the middle, sits the most beautiful ring I have ever seen. A solitary diamond, on a gold band. Simple and classic.
“Taiya Rose Knox, I have loved you ever since I knew what love was. I want to start over with you. I want to get to know you all over again, and I want to be with you for the rest of my life. Will you re-marry me?” he asks, staring up into my eyes with an expression that makes me melt. He looks hopeful, but also slightly unsure, like he has no idea what my response will be, but he’s putting himself out there anyway.
“Ryan, stand up,” I whisper, and by the crestfallen look on his face, he thinks that I’m rejecting him. I step up against him, aware that he’s dressed up and smells like heaven and I’m in my dancing clothes. I go up on my tiptoes and kiss him smack on his mouth. “I’d love to start over with you,” I tell him. His eyes light up and he lifts me into the air by my waist. He kisses me hungrily, sucking on my bottom lip before releasing me. Taking the ring out, he takes my hand and slides it onto the correct finger. The diamond is huge, and I know it cost him a fortune. Not that it matters to me. I would have been happy with the simple gold band he gave me the first time around.
“You look surprised,” I state, giggling at his expression. Yes, giggling. I pull out my key so we don’t have to stand here in front of my door all night, opening it for us to enter. Ryan locks the door behind us, standing behind me so close, I can feel the heat from his body, but not touching me. I inhale, not moving a muscle, waiting for him to touch me. I think I would die if he didn’t. Slowly, he moves my hair off my shoulder, leaving my neck bare. He leans down and places one firm kiss on my neck, and a shiver runs down my spine at that one touch.
I clear my throat. “I’m going to have a shower. Be in my bed, naked,” I say, tilting my head to take in his expression to my demand. His eyes are heavy lidded, and his lip curls up at the side. When he starts to undo his top button, I quickly head into the shower. Stripping down, I jump in without even testing the water, then squeal at its coldness.
“Are you okay?” comes a deep voice from outside the door.
“I’m fine!” I call out, adjusting the temperature. I grab my pink razor and quickly shave my legs, then put my apple scented body wash all over my body. I’m not going to lie. I’m a little nervous. I know Ryan’s been with a lot of other women since we were last together, and as for me, I haven’t been with anyone. Ryan is still the only man I’ve ever slept with, therefore I haven’t had sex in a long-ass time. I will probably orgasm from him just looking at me. I groan, washing all the soap off my body. I quickly brush my teeth then turn the water off, grabbing my towel and wrapping it around myself. I stare at my reflection in the mirror, taking in my flushed cheeks, wild curly hair and towel-clad body.
It’s time to take my man back.
Chapter Fourteen
Ryan
I sit on her bed, waiting for her. I don’t think I’ve ever anticipated something this much. Okay, maybe back when we were sixteen and lost our virginity, but this sure as hell is a close second. I peel my shirt off and throw it onto the chair in the corner of her room. When she doesn’t come out after five minutes after the water turns off, I walk to the bathroom and open the door without knocking. She’s standing in front of the mirror, obviously over thinking things, like she usually does. She turns to look at me and gives me a nervous smile.
“I’ve already seen you completely naked, countless times, and now you’re acting shy?” I ask her, unable to stop myself from chuckling. She spins around and narrows her eyes, suddenly letting the towel drop. There’s my fiery Taiya. I don’t want her thinking about anything other than us and our future. No more looking back, living in the past. As far as I’m concerned, none of those other women ever mattered or counted. I grab her hand and pull her into her bedroom, stopping for kisses along the way. Her breasts press up against my bare chest and I groan, loving the feel of her. There’s nothing I want more than to shove her up against the wall and f*ck her until we’re both sated, but this is a new beginning for us, and I want to savour her. I grip her ass and squeeze, pulling her into me, as close together as physically possible.
“I love you,” I tell her. I need her to know, to believe it.
“I love you, too,” she says, before returning her lips to mine. She pulls away, dropping to her knees, and the sight of her is almost my undoing. She unbuckles my belt with haste, and pulls my pants and boxers down. Reaching her hand into my pants, she stokes my hardness, and my knees almost crumble. Nothing has ever felt better than her hands on me. Her delicate fingers circle the tip, before stroking my length over and over, until I’m unable to take anymore. I step back and pull my pants and boxers completely off, so we are both completely bare. I spin her around and push her down onto the bed, planning on tasting every inch of her amazing body.
“I need you inside me, Ryan,” she rasps, her voice low and husky. I lean over her and kiss her greedily, while my fingers caress her intimately. She is dripping wet, and I’m hard as a f*cking rock.
“Ryan!” she growls, when I trail my mouth down her neck. I bite down gently, and she lifts her hips, riding my fingers. I toy with her clit, which leaves her gasping for air. Before she comes, I pull my fingers out, and slide my cock into her. She mouths my name, and I curse. She feels so f*cking good; it’s like coming home. I pay attention to her breasts, licking and sucking, just how she used to like it. It only takes a few minutes for her to climax, her back arching off the bed and her fingers digging into my back. I watch her face, her expression. I don’t know what it is about her; I just know that she was made for me. No other woman could ever replace Taiya Rose Knox, she owns me body and soul. I thrust into her quicker now, sliding right out before pushing myself in, balls deep. Taiya makes the sexiest little sounds, encouraging me to take more from her. She’s always been a greedy little thing, and I wouldn’t take her any other way. She lifts her hips up, moving in time with me. She captures my moan with her mouth as I release, my eyes closing as I feel nothing but pleasure coursing through my body.