He goes still, holding his breath as his eyes flash.
“I want you to help me reclaim it.”
He raises a brow. “Your control?”
“And my consent,” I say with a nod. “Both.”
“How do we do that?” he asks, searching my eyes.
“We fuck,” I reply. “And we hold nothing back. I want to give myself to you, Ryan. I want to trust that you won’t hurt me, that you’ll only bring me pleasure.”
“Jesus, Tess.” He drops his hands away.
My heart flutters in nervous anticipation. “You don’t want that?”
He groans. “Well—fuck, I can’t have this conversation in front of Drunk Cleopatra,” he says, waving his hand over at the bed where poor Tegan is softly snoring.
I stifle a laugh, taking his hand. “Come on.”
“Wait—”
I pull him from the room, glancing right towards the crowded game area before moving left.
“Tess, what are you doing?”
My heart races as I open the next door, peeking in to see a bathroom. No way. I am not fucking this man next to a toilet. Shutting the door, I move down and open the next.
“Tess—”
“In here,” I say, pulling him into the dark, empty nursery. It’s cute, decorated in soft blues and greys. There’s a crib along the far wall, framed in by book and toy shelves. A loveseat is situated under a big window, gauzy curtains drawn to only let in the light from an outside streetlamp.
Ryan steps into the middle of the room and slowly turns to face me. “Seriously? Baby Josh’s room?”
I shut the door and lock it, leaning against it. “I don’t think he’ll mind. And unless you wanted to stay in there with Drunk Cleopatra…or join the Eiffel Tower crew—”
“No,” he says, eyes narrowed.
“You make me feel good, Ryan,” I say, cutting to the chase. “You make me feel safe. And our chemistry is off the freaking charts. I know you feel it too. I think you’ll make me a fantastic lover, and if you want it, I’m saying yes.”
“Tess…” His heated gaze is locked on me.
I push off the locked door, walking towards him. “You can have all of me…any way you want me. You can be gentle…or you can be rough.” I pause, just within arm’s reach of him. “I consent—”
And then I’m in his arms. He pulls me to him, kissing me with all the passion I know he feels for me. We melt into each other, our hands clinging as we sigh our relief into each other’s mouths that we’re finally kissing, touching, sharing air. Why do we ever stop kissing when it feels this good?
His lips are soft, even as his kisses are urgent. He opens me up with his teasing tongue and I let him in, loving the feel of him against my lips. Our hands work feverishly, desperate for this moment of reconnection. I’m slowly learning his body, memorizing the planes of his chest, the muscled cording of his arms. I slip my hands inside his leather cut, smoothing my hands down over his ribs.
“You think you’re so cute wearing this, don’t you,” I tease, nipping his bottom lip. “Trying to drive me crazy?”
“Cute isn’t the word I’d use,” he replies, his hands flipping up my leather skirt until he’s palming my ass, pulling me against his erection. “But it’s just a costume. If that’s the reason we’re about to fuck—”
Silencing him with my tongue in his mouth, I jerk the cut off his shoulders, dragging it down his arms, and drop it to the floor. “I want you,” I pant against his lips. “There is only you. Fuck me, Ryan. Take control—”
He silences me with another kiss, his hands dropping to his shirt. He jerks it off, only breaking our kiss for a moment before he’s opening his pants. “Touch me,” he orders, grabbing my hand and slipping it inside his boxers, holding tight to my wrist as I palm his hard dick. His hold softens, sliding down until his hand is wrapped around mine.
I gasp, breaking our kiss as I look down, watching as our hands stroke him together. Precum leaks from his tip. I brush my thumb over it, desperate for a taste. He groans, his free hand going to my shoulder. Then he’s cupping my cheek, tipping my face up.
“Oh—” I say on a laugh, taking in the bright smear of red across his lips. “I made a mess of you.” I lift my free hand, ready to rub the color off his bottom lip. “Here—”
“Leave it,” he says, jerking his head away. “I want it there. I want that devil red lipstick painted all over my dick too. Get on your knees and suck it.” He grabs my jaw, squeezing hard enough to make me gasp. “Then I’ll fuck you ‘til your legs give out. Before I’m done, the only word spoken from these lips will be my name.”