Wanted by Her Lost Love by Maya Banks Page B

all the way open and walked in. He stood in front of her for a moment and then sat down on the bed next to her. He didn’t say anything. He simply laid his hand on her lap, palm up, and waited for her to take it.
    After a moment, she slid her hand over his. He twined his fingers through hers and squeezed gently. Then he stood and pulled her to her feet.
    â€œWe’re both tired,” he said. “Let’s turn in and we’ll worry about tomorrow when it gets here.”
    That didn’t sound like the Ryan she knew. He was a man who planned everything to the nth degree. He had schedules, lists, planners, calendars. He not only worried about tomorrow, but the next year as well.
    He led her into his bedroom and motioned for her to get into bed. He hung back, maybe out of deference to her obvious unease. Taking a deep breath, she crawled beneaththe covers and turned so she’d face away from him when he got in.
    The bed dipped behind her, and she felt his warmth as soon as he slid beneath the covers. He moved about for a few seconds and then the next thing she knew, he was flush against her back.
    He wrapped one arm over her and pulled her in close. He nuzzled her hair before resting his cheek over her ear.
    It was all she could do not to break down. It had been so long and it felt so right. Just like so many other nights in his arms. She’d missed him. Unbelievably, she’d missed him.
    â€œNo past,” he murmured in her ear. “Just us. Right now.”
    She closed her eyes. It had been stupid to agree not to bring up the past. They might not talk about it but it loomed over them like a cloak of doom. It lay between them, awkward and unwieldy. There was no forgetting the past.
    What they were doing was called denial. And it wasn’t particularly effective.
    He kissed her neck and snuggled a little closer. He cupped his hand over her belly affectionately. But the moment was bittersweet. This was how it should have been between them all along.
    â€œRelax and go to sleep, Kell. I just want to hold you.”
    And oddly enough it was what she wanted too.
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    When Kelly opened her eyes, the first thing that registered was how comfortable she was. And warm. The second thing she realized was that she was on top of Ryan.
    Not just on top of him, but sprawled across him as if she owned him. Her cheek was plastered to his shoulder and her forehead pressed against the side of his neck.
    It was the way she’d woken every morning when they’d lived together.
    Appalled that she could betray herself like this, she started to ease away but Ryan tightened his arm around her.
    â€œDon’t go. This is nice.”
    She raised her head and stared into eyes that were unclouded with sleep. Evidently he’d been awake for a while and content to lie there with her draped over him like a blanket.
    â€œOne thing hasn’t changed,” he said as he touched her cheek. “You’re still beautiful when you wake up.”
    She soaked in the words, her heart tugging at the sincerity in his voice. Before she could question her sanity, she slowly lowered her mouth and touched it tentatively to his.
    He seemed surprised and pleased by her taking the initiative. He lay still while she carefully explored his firm mouth.
    She licked over the closed seam, and when his lips parted, she slid her tongue lightly over his bottom lip before moving inward to rasp over the end of his tongue.
    Strong hands gripped her upper arms, holding her in place as he began to kiss her back. Softly at first, as if he was wooing her, and then harder. His breath sped up and came in little bursts through her mouth.
    He sucked at the tip of her tongue and then she nipped at his when he let her go.
    Before she realized it, she was on her back and he was over her, his knee between her legs as he devoured her mouth.
    Hot. Breathless. Fast and hard and then slow and gentle.
    With one hand he popped the two tiny buttons that