“My heart’s racing,” she murmurs.
“Does that mean, yes?”
“What if I don’t want a separate room?”
I tighten my hold around her before slowly separating our bodies. The caveman in me wants to say, “fuck it,” and yank her panties off and have her spread out on my desk while I pound into her. Unfortunately, the decent guy in me forces my body to get ahold of itself. “If you’d rather share my bedroom, I won’t have any complaints.”
“Didn’t think you would, but it’s nice to have it confirmed.”
“We’re still in the office, which isn’t a good idea as I can’t keep my hands off of you.” I open the door and taking her hand, move us into the hallway. “I forgot you wanted a t-shirt.” I glance around. “Come to the bar with me for a few minutes and then I’ll get you settled upstairs.”
“I can go back to the hotel tonight.”
“Hell, no!” I wince at the sharpness of my words. “It’s okay.” I squeeze her hand. “I have this need to make sure you stay where I put you.” Stopping abruptly, she slams into my back. I turn and grip her shoulders. “I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me.” I shake my head. “Look, I know I’m coming across controlling, but I’m not, okay?”
“Oh?” She co
cks a brow and it’s the hottest thing.
“Maybe a little bit,” I concede.
“I’ve already agreed, Ryan. I don’t have any plans to leave.”
“Good.” I quickly kiss her smiling lips and putting her in front of me, walk her toward the bar and Rob, who can’t wipe the smirk off of his face.
35
Gretchen
Relaxing in Ryan’s huge bed, I can’t sleep no matter which way I turn. The t-shirt he gave me is comfortable, but I have a belly full of nerves. He showed me the spare room after getting me a shirt to wear and left me to decide which bed I wanted to sleep in.
I’d chosen his room the moment I’d seen his unmade bed. I knew it would smell of him, which probably explains why I’m struggling to sleep. It’s late, gone two in the morning and Ryan has only just come back into his apartment above the club. The soundproofing works its magic because I haven’t heard a sound. Not even the sound of traffic in the street has gotten through the windows.
Feigning sleep, I wait with anticipation as I sense Ryan standing in the doorway of his bedroom with his eyes on me. I know this without even having to turn my head and look at him. I’m not sure whether to let him know I’m awake or to continue pretending I’m asleep. While I’m trying to make my mind up, I hear the rustling of clothes. The light in the bathroom goes on, followed by the shower.
Willing myself to sleep before he climbs in the bed, my eyes snap open when I hear a loud groan. The sound suddenly cut off, followed by a curse.
My body grows hot and uncomfortable when I realize he probably did more than shower. Heat rushes into my cheeks and I feel my nipples tighten into hard buds. I swallow around the lust rising and try not to fidget. The man is going to kill me with need at this rate.
The light goes off in the bathroom and I try and listen for his footfalls. However, my pulse is throbbing so hard through my ears that I can’t hear anything. The bed dips and then I feel him sliding under the covers with me seconds before a warm arm wraps around my belly, tugging me against him.
“I know you’re awake,” he whispers into my ear, sending goosebumps racing down my spine. “Did you hear me?”
My face is on fire, but I’ve waited a long time to be with this man. My embarrassment has no place in this room with us. “I heard you.” I swallow around the lump in my throat, and ask, “Did it feel good spilling all over your hand?”
He presses his hips into my ass. “It didn’t feel as good as it will coming inside you.”
I moan and rock against his long and thick erection.
Ryan asks, “Did it make you wet, knowing what I was doing?”
“Find out,” I dare, wanting his hands on me more than anything.
His arm around me tightens before he lays the palm of his hand on my belly and spreads his fingers wide. He slowly pulls the t-shirt up until he’s touching bare skin. Unable to help myself, I wiggle in his hold. The ache I feel is deep and needy and I can’t catch a breath. My impatience is growing for his touch where I ache.
Laughing, Ryan uses his other hand and lifts the back of the t-shirt, baring my ass. I want to die of embarrassment, but the moment he presses his pulsing cock between my cheeks, I can’t think.
“No panties,” Ryan mumbles, his dick jerking against my bottom.