For someone like me to submit in the bedroom…
It seemed unreal. I’d ask Melanie about it sometime…
Sometime…later.
For now, I was kissing Ryan Steel, our mouths fused together, sighs and groans leaving both our throats and vibrating into each other.
After several amazing moments of the most passionate kiss I’d yet experienced, he broke away from me, panting.
“Bedroom,” he grunted, and then scooped me up in his arms.
Had anyone suggested to me a month ago that I’d enjoy being given the caveman treatment, I’d have laughed. But being in the arms of Ryan Steel, easily the best-looking man on the planet, being carried into his bedroom where he would fuck me wildly…
I couldn’t wait.
When we arrived, he set me down gently and then eased the band out of my ponytail, letting my long hair fall over my shoulders and down my back. I’d secretly been hoping that he’d pull on it again, but clearly that wasn’t his plan tonight.
His plan…
His plan.
I wanted it to be his plan. I wanted him to take the lead, to dominate me, to push me into submission.
My juices trickled just thinking about it.
Ruby Lee. Assertive police detective by day. Submissive by night.
My mind whirled with the concept and then kaleidoscoped with only images, feelings, as Ryan literally tore the tank top from my body.
The lavender tatters landed on his dark hardwood floor. I met his gaze. He wasn’t sorry that he’d ruined one of my only shirts that wasn’t a white button-down. No, his eyes were not in the least remorseful. They were full of fire, of desire, of unrelenting passion.
My nipples hardened further against the fabric of my bra.
Within seconds, that same bra had joined the cotton tatters of my tank on the floor, and I stood before him topless, my nipples aching.
“Fucking beautiful,” he said, pinching one.
I gasped.
“Too much?” he asked.
“No. Not too much. Please. Do whatever you want to me.”
I truly meant those words, not even knowing what they might entail. I hadn’t experienced everything that was possible in the bedroom. Not even close. Acts might exist that had never even entered my mind.
I didn’t care.
At this moment, I wanted whatever he wanted, whatever he longed for. I’d give him what he needed when he needed it. Always.
Because this was who I ultimately was and I hadn’t known it?
Or because I was in love with Ryan Steel?
Probably a mixture of both.
Whatever. I’d figure it out later. Right now, I wanted to please him more than I wanted my next breath. If he wanted to shred every piece of clothing I owned, I’d let him.
He pushed me down so I was sitting on the bed and then removed my shoes and socks, my jeans and panties.