helping me from my seat, but not letting his eyes leave mine. My heart sped at the promise I saw glowing in his amber eyes.
Holding my hand tightly, Ryan led us through the casino area toward the elevator that would take us to our room. He seemed singularly driven in his focus, whereas I was desperate for a way to slow down the inevitable. That’s not to say that I wasn’t equally wanting or willing what was waiting for us when we got to our hotel room. I couldn’t help that I was just flat out scared. I felt so unsophisticated in his presence and I didn’t know how to fix it. Stalling was the only thought on my mind as I trailed after him, attempting not to trip over my own feet while trying to match his clipped pace. The man had nearly a foot of height on me, which he seemed to forget at that moment.
“Do you want to get a drink before we head up?” I offered as we passed the bar in the middle of packed floor.
“You don’t drink,” he answered, simply, not breaking stride.
“But, you do,” I countered, “I would hate for you to stay dry because of some misplaced honor toward me.”
On my words, Ryan halted beside the last in a row of Black Jack tables and hauled me into his arms. Brushing a stray tendril of auburn hair from my eyes, he pulled me onto my tip-toes as his mouth descended toward mine. After giving my head a moment to catch up with his action, his tongue speared between my lips to parry with mine. Just as quickly as it began, it was over and I was left looking into the bottomless pools of twin hungry that radiated from his gaze. From the small growl that escaped his throat, I knew my own green eyes mirrored the desire in his.
“I would never forgive myself if I spent my first time buried inside you half-tipsy. I want to experience everything you have and I want to do it sober,” he proclaimed, his words nearly puddling me on the casino floor. As he turned to lead us toward our destination once more, I ran my freehand absently over my face. Although the bruise Ben had left behind was nearly a memory, I wondered why Ryan could find me beautiful when there was clearly so much ugliness deep inside.
I tried to push down my trepidation as Ryan ushered us into an empty elevator, dodging the two blue haired ladies that had just exited. If I hadn’t been so preoccupied with where the evening was headed, I might’ve laughed at their open-mouthed appreciation of my companion.
Yes, ladies, my man was a vision and a half.
Fuck.
My man ? When had I—
As soon as the doors pinged closed, Ryan had me backed against the wall of the car, the brass railing digging into my back. When his soft lips hit their mark just below my left ear, any and all rational thought, any remaining ideas I may have had about stalling, all of it fled my brain. I couldn’t deny that I was completely overwhelmed by every single caress and kiss he bestowed upon me. I wasn’t sure if I could handle what he was about to offer me. Having access to everything that lie underneath his clothes might just make me a little crazy or like a kid in her first candy store after being given a credit card with no limit.
“Do you know how much I’ve been thinking about this all day?” he asked, the stubble from his chin tickling my neck. His heavy breath fanning against my sensitized skin had me swallowing, thickly.
My hands instantly went to his shoulders, trying to hold him in place as his teeth nibbled at my collarbone. God, he was good. After finishing his path with his teeth, he, immediately soothed the slight sting he’d left with reverent open-mouthed kisses, his tongue barely peeking out to get a taste of me. A shuddered sigh was the only response my brain could give to his question.
“I’ve tried to keep us far away from here all day, because I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist you. But it’s way past time to get you alone and show you how good we could be,” he groaned, his fingers tracing my ribs over my tank top.
Holding my hand tightly, Ryan led us through the casino area toward the elevator that would take us to our room. He seemed singularly driven in his focus, whereas I was desperate for a way to slow down the inevitable. That’s not to say that I wasn’t equally wanting or willing what was waiting for us when we got to our hotel room. I couldn’t help that I was just flat out scared. I felt so unsophisticated in his presence and I didn’t know how to fix it. Stalling was the only thought on my mind as I trailed after him, attempting not to trip over my own feet while trying to match his clipped pace. The man had nearly a foot of height on me, which he seemed to forget at that moment.
“Do you want to get a drink before we head up?” I offered as we passed the bar in the middle of packed floor.
“You don’t drink,” he answered, simply, not breaking stride.
“But, you do,” I countered, “I would hate for you to stay dry because of some misplaced honor toward me.”
On my words, Ryan halted beside the last in a row of Black Jack tables and hauled me into his arms. Brushing a stray tendril of auburn hair from my eyes, he pulled me onto my tip-toes as his mouth descended toward mine. After giving my head a moment to catch up with his action, his tongue speared between my lips to parry with mine. Just as quickly as it began, it was over and I was left looking into the bottomless pools of twin hungry that radiated from his gaze. From the small growl that escaped his throat, I knew my own green eyes mirrored the desire in his.
“I would never forgive myself if I spent my first time buried inside you half-tipsy. I want to experience everything you have and I want to do it sober,” he proclaimed, his words nearly puddling me on the casino floor. As he turned to lead us toward our destination once more, I ran my freehand absently over my face. Although the bruise Ben had left behind was nearly a memory, I wondered why Ryan could find me beautiful when there was clearly so much ugliness deep inside.
I tried to push down my trepidation as Ryan ushered us into an empty elevator, dodging the two blue haired ladies that had just exited. If I hadn’t been so preoccupied with where the evening was headed, I might’ve laughed at their open-mouthed appreciation of my companion.
Yes, ladies, my man was a vision and a half.
Fuck.
My man ? When had I—
As soon as the doors pinged closed, Ryan had me backed against the wall of the car, the brass railing digging into my back. When his soft lips hit their mark just below my left ear, any and all rational thought, any remaining ideas I may have had about stalling, all of it fled my brain. I couldn’t deny that I was completely overwhelmed by every single caress and kiss he bestowed upon me. I wasn’t sure if I could handle what he was about to offer me. Having access to everything that lie underneath his clothes might just make me a little crazy or like a kid in her first candy store after being given a credit card with no limit.
“Do you know how much I’ve been thinking about this all day?” he asked, the stubble from his chin tickling my neck. His heavy breath fanning against my sensitized skin had me swallowing, thickly.
My hands instantly went to his shoulders, trying to hold him in place as his teeth nibbled at my collarbone. God, he was good. After finishing his path with his teeth, he, immediately soothed the slight sting he’d left with reverent open-mouthed kisses, his tongue barely peeking out to get a taste of me. A shuddered sigh was the only response my brain could give to his question.
“I’ve tried to keep us far away from here all day, because I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist you. But it’s way past time to get you alone and show you how good we could be,” he groaned, his fingers tracing my ribs over my tank top.
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