Fighting Redemption(58)

Ryan stopped. “Are you okay?”

No. Her hands trembled. How could she ever be okay as long as Ryan wasn’t? He was standing there, patiently waiting for her to answer, his concern palpable.

Fin nodded, knowing that was what he needed to see.

Ryan trailed his thumb along her bottom lip, heat following its path. “We should go,” he told her, his eyes on her lips.

“We should,” she murmured, but Fin didn’t want to go to dinner now. She wanted to stay home. She wanted to feel Ryan hard and aching, feel his heart—his blood—pulsing deeply inside her.

“If you keep looking at me like that, we won’t be going anywhere except inside where I can f*ck you hard enough to block out the entire world.”

Fin’s mouth went dry. The soft streetlight cast Ryan half in shadow, adding a dark intensity to the hard planes of his face. His wide shoulders and the tanned muscles roping his arms and chest were illuminated flawlessly. Her eyes fell to the waistband of his jeans, and her hands, now on his hips, eased the hem up slightly on his fitted shirt, baring a small sliver of skin. She skimmed her hand across his warm, taut stomach, letting her hand slide around his torso and glide up and over his back.

Fin looked up at him from beneath her lashes as Ryan shuddered beneath her touch. “I want you.”

He exhaled audibly, dipping his head and sweeping her lips up in his, their pressure hard and wild as her heart thumped madly. She dug her fingers into his bare skin and he groaned. “I want you too. All the damn time.”

Ryan grabbed her hand and dragged her back towards the car. Fin scrambled to keep up with his rapid pace. The driver’s door was still wide open, the interior light shining brightly in the dark. Without missing a beat, he slammed the door shut and continued around the hood of the car. His free hand dug into the pocket of his jeans as he strode purposefully towards the front door. Pulling out a set of keys, he twisted and tossed them towards her. She caught them by sheer luck.

“Open the door,” he ordered, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

With shaky hands, Fin turned towards the door. Standing behind her, Ryan bunched up the hem of her dress, his warm, calloused palms scraping along her thighs. She fumbled the keys as he settled his hands on her hips, pressing his hard length against her ass. Heat flushed her body when he leaned in and bit her earlobe. “Hurry up,” he breathed.

How was she supposed to hurry when she could barely stand? Finally getting the key to slide into the lock, she turned it, hearing the bolt slide free with relief. Ryan reached around her and shoved the door open, pushing her inside as he followed close behind.

She was slammed into from behind and pushed against the wall, Ryan burying his head in her neck as he licked and bit at her skin. “Don’t wait, Ryan. Please,” she moaned and dragged in a deep breath. “Need you inside me. Now.”

Ryan spun her around and taking hold of her panties, dipped down as he yanked them off. She stepped out of them, and as he stood, she reached for his belt buckle. He slapped his palms against the wall above her shoulders, his mouth finding hers in a kiss that was hot and desperate. Fin dragged his zipper down, and Ryan groaned as she reached inside his boxer briefs and freed him, gripping him tightly as she stroked. He was so hard she could feel his blood hot and pulsing in her palms.

One of his hands came off the wall as he tore free from their kiss, finding its way between her legs. His mouth trailed hungrily down her neck as he slid a finger roughly inside her.

“Ryan!” she cried out, pleasure pooling hotly in her belly.

“Baby,” he moaned, slipping in another finger and twisting forcefully. He nipped her skin with his teeth and then licked it better. “I can never get enough of you.”

Ryan slid his fingers away, and she whimpered at the loss.

“Need you,” she rasped.

“You’ll get me,” he replied roughly. He dug both hands into the backs of her thighs and yanked her upwards. She squeezed both her arms around his neck, feeling his muscles flex effortlessly as he pressed her into the wall. “Fuck,” he growled, looking down.

“What?” she breathed as she rubbed up against him.

“Your dress. I want to see myself sliding in and out of you, but it’s in the way.”

Untangling herself from his hard body, she shoved him back. He stood, breathing heavy, as she wrenched her dress up over her head and tossed it towards the floor. Her bra followed soon after. Seconds ticked by as he stared at her. She shivered under the craving in his eyes.

“Ryan,” she pleaded.

“Jesus, baby.” He reached down and stroked himself.

Her mouth dry, she swallowed. “What?”

“I could come just standing here looking at you—that golden skin of yours all flushed and begging for me.” Ryan’s hand kept rubbing and tugging as his eyes took her in. “Come here.”

Fin moved towards him, instinct taking full control of her body. Ryan reached for her, picking her up in his arms. His rough clothing scratched at her sensitive skin as she rolled her hips against him. He walked her towards the couch and sank down into it, leaving her straddling him.

“Now,” he commanded through gritted teeth, his voice strained.

Kneeling above him, she slid down on his hard length, moaning as he filled her.

“Oh f*ck,” he groaned, his eyes watching their connection with lowered lids.