Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 100090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
“Something isn’t right.”
We move quickly through the shop, and I scour every nook and cranny, but nothing is out of place.
I check the safe and find the small amount of cash I put in there earlier still there.
“I could swear that I felt like something was off when I opened that door.” I prop my hands on my hips and scowl. “But everything seems to be fine. Is the back door locked? I’ll check.”
“I’ll check,” Ryan says and walks past me. When he returns, his mouth is set in a firm line. “It wasn’t locked.”
“That must be it.” I sigh with relief. “Grace must have forgotten to lock it on her way out. She doesn’t normally close, so she probably just overlooked it.”
“I guess it’s a good thing that you forgot your phone, then,” Ryan says as I check my phone, see that I didn’t miss anything, and slip it into my purse.
“I knew my forgetful ways would come in handy someday.” I grin over at him and then feel my breath hitch.
Christ, he’s beautiful, with all that thick, dark hair and hazel eyes that I could just get lost in. He’s in a yellow button-down with the shirtsleeves rolled up. His forearms look like they’ve been sculpted out of marble.
“You make me salivate,” I whisper and then raise my gaze to his. A muscle twitches in his jaw. “How do you just go around looking like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like”—I gesture up and down as he walks slowly toward me—“that. Like you walked out of a damn dream.”
His lips twitch as he glides his hands up my arms and frames my face. “I need to get you back to your place so I can show you which one of us walked out of a dream. Spoiler alert: it wasn’t me.”
I chuckle and then moan when he kisses me, and then I break away and lead him by the hand out through the front door.
“I walked to work this morning,” I inform him. “So, we’ll take your truck.”
“No problem.”
Thank all the gods above that it doesn’t take long to get to my house. I want him naked, and I want him now.
Impatient, I hurry into the house and turn to him, but when I reach for his shirt, he takes my hands and kisses them.
“We’re always in a hurry,” he murmurs. “It’s always hot and fast and hard, and that’s a damn good time, but sometimes, I want it to be a little slower.”
“I don’t care if it’s fast or slow, as long as it happens soon.”
That makes him laugh, and he easily lifts me into his arms and kisses me as he walks back to the bedroom.
True to his word, he takes his time with me. He slowly peels my dress off of me and lets his gaze roam at his leisure, sending warmth that has nothing to do with the heat of this late summer day spreading through me. He’s on his knees and has me step out of my underwear before he tosses them aside.
“Ryan.”
“What do you need?” he asks me, his voice hushed as he leans in to kiss my bare stomach. “What do you need, Polly?”
“Just you.” And that’s the truth. I don’t need his money or his connections. I just need Ryan.
He rests his forehead against me, and then he nudges me back onto the mattress. As I scoot back, he crawls over me, his eyes full of need and lust, and he drags his lips up my breastbone before covering my mouth with his and kissing me.
His magical hand dances up my inner thigh and, with just one fingertip, touches that most intimate crease where my leg meets my center.
And that touch alone is almost enough to send me over the edge.
“I feel like you haven’t touched me in years.” I bite my lip when he closes his mouth around a nipple and gives it a little tug. “Even though it was just last night, it’s as though it’s never enough.”
“Because it isn’t enough,” he says and kisses his way down my belly. He pushes my legs up, his hands planted on the backs of my thighs so I’m spread wide and he can feast on me.
And feast he does.
“Ryan!”
“That’s right,” he says. “Say my fucking name.”
“Ryan.” It’s a whisper now as my hands dive into his hair and fist there. Jesus, my body is on fire, my control about to evaporate as he licks and nibbles and plunders with that tongue. “Oh, God. Oh, Jesus, I can’t.”
“You will,” he promises me and slips one finger inside of me. “That’s right, baby. You’re so fucking amazing, Polly. So fucking gorgeous.”
I’m twisting and shuddering on the bed, unable to hold still. The edge is right there, and I’m about to fall off of it.
“Ryan.”
“Yes. Yes, sweetheart. Go on, baby.” He bites the inside of my thigh, then soothes it with his tongue before pulling my clit into his mouth and pulsing, and that’s it. I’m a goner.