This Time Around (Maybe #2)(43)
I flip back a few pages in the book and find the paragraph, then show it to him. He reads it quickly, frowning.
“I can’t believe you thought I made it up,” I mutter, closing the book.
He places a kiss on the back of my neck. “Apparently, I know nothing of romance books.”
“That’s okay. I love you anyway,” I say, leaning back into him. “I can’t remember the last time we both had a day off and just did nothing.”
“I wouldn’t say we are going to be doing nothing,” he says, reaching his hand down to cup my breast. “I don’t think I will ever get enough of you.”
The man is seriously insatiable. Not that I’m complaining. I suck in a breath when he turns my body, lowers his head and gently bites down on my breast through the soft cotton of my white dress. I watch as he then moves to my mouth, giving me a kiss that makes my panties wet. I tangle my hands in his hair, pulling on the ends, silently demanding for more. I straddle his lap, grinding myself into him, letting him know I mean business.
“Insatiable girl,” he mumbles, voicing my earlier thoughts about him. I grin against his mouth in reply, and resume kissing him with everything I have. My hands soon start to wander, running up his six pack of abs, feeling each sculptured curve. I end the kiss, moving my hands to pull his T-shirt off and throwing it behind me. I sink my teeth into my lip as I take him in. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of seeing him. Eye-f*cking candy. And he’s all mine.
“Did you just mumble ‘mine’?” he asks, looking a mixture between turned on and amused. His lids are heavy, but there is a slight smirk playing on his lips.
“Did I?” I ask breathlessly, my eyes roaming down his body.
“Yes, you did, and I’m pretty sure that’s my line,” he says, running his large hands up my thighs, reaching for the hem of my dress and lifting it up over my head. The dress gets caught in my mass of curls, so I reach up and help him get it off. “Beautiful,” he breathes, running his thumb over my lace bra. I lick my lips as he swipes my nipple through the material. Impatient, I lean back and unclasp my bra, letting it fall, sliding the straps off my arms and throwing it on the floor. Ryan is sitting there in nothing but his jeans, and I’m straddling him in nothing but a pair of tiny silk leopard-print panties. I imagine we make quite the picture. I place my hands on his chest, my darker skin contrasting against his fair. I trail my hands down to undo his top button, trying to pull his jeans down with no luck.
“I need them off!” I growl. “Why do you have to wear such tight jeans?” I complain.
Ryan blesses me with a deep chuckle, lifting his hips up and helping me pull his jeans down to his thighs. I can see his cock straining through his boxers, and I grin pulling those down as well.
“There you are,” I mumble, lowering my body onto the floor so I’m on my knees before him. I lick my lips and look up at him.
Then I rock his world.
*****
“Here’s your drink, thank you,” I tell the man, sliding over his scotch. I don’t know how I ended up working at the bar tonight, when I have no idea what the hell I’m doing. Jade is sick, Tag is off today and has gone away with his little girl, and Summer and Reid are on the other side of town spending some time with Sephie. That leaves Ryan and me at the bar. And it’s a disaster. I’m so lucky to have someone as patient as Ryan as my husband, considering I’ve only been here two hours and already have dropped a glass and made two wrong drinks. I turn to look at him, charming a group of people and making five drinks quicker than I make one. Yeah, I think I’ll definitely stick to dancing.
“You okay?” Ryan mouths, and I nod and force a smile, turning to serve the next person in line. She orders a cocktail I’ve never heard of, so I quickly look down at the laminated chart Ryan gave me to use, showing me what to put in each drink.
An hour later, the bar has died down and I smile when I see a familiar face.
“Hello stranger,” he says, and I instantly feel bad that we haven’t spent any time together since Ryan and I got back together, apart from one family dinner.
“Hey Scott, how are you?” I ask, leaning across the bar to give him a peck on the cheek.
“Good, how are you? I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever,” he says, drumming his fingers on the bar table.
I wince. “I know. I’m sorry. What are you doing tomorrow?” Ryan is just going to have to suck it up, because I don’t want to be the person that ditches her friends the minute she gets into a serious relationship. Marriage. Whatever. Scott was there for me when I was heartbroken and I’ll never forget that.
“I have work all day tomorrow, but I’m free on Wednesday,” he says, smiling welcomingly.
“Shame, you’re busy Wednesday night, Tay,” comes a smooth deep voice from behind me.
I turn and frown. “Busy doing what?” I have two dance classes and that’s about it.
“Busy f*cking me,” he says in a serious tone. I look at him, blink twice. Open my mouth, then snap it shut. I swear I thought I just heard him say…
“Did you just say…?”
“Yes,” he says, before I can finish my sentence.
I tighten my lips and narrow my eyes. “Don’t be rude,” I whisper-shout, then turn back to Scott, whose wide-eyes are solely on Ryan. “Sorry,” I mouth, trying to smile a little to make the situation less awkward. Which it doesn’t, at all. I clear my throat and then continue. “Wednesday works fine.”