CHAPTER 30
Butt Sex Is Pretty Darn Wonderful
HE CROWDED me up against the door to my bedroom after closing it behind us. His breath was hot against my neck as he pressed his chest to mine. His lips trailed along my jaw, and I might have made a noise or two that I will deny until my dying day.
“This,” I gasped, “is very unexpected.”
I could feel his smile against my cheek, the scrape of his teeth near my ear. “How could any part of this be unexpected? It’s been a long time coming.”
My hands found their way to his hips and curled into his trousers. I was trying to gather the courage to move my fingers to the buttons on the front, but was having difficulty forming even the simplest of thoughts. “Well, you were about to be married not a few hours ago.”
He snorted. It felt gross. And awesome. “There is that.”
“Unexpected,” I said again as he bit my earlobe.
“We’ve been dating for weeks,” he said. “It’s just that neither of us realized it.”
“That doesn’t count as dating if we didn’t know about it.”
“It does,” he insisted.
“When was our first date?” I asked, somehow resisting the urge to grind up against him. I was already half-hard, and if things kept going the way they were, it was going to become a noticeable problem very, very quickly.
“Antonella’s.”
I laughed. “You mean my date with Todd.”
He pulled back and scowled at me. “That was our date and you know it. And don’t you say a damn word about his ears.”
“I was such a dick to Todd,” I said. “But then so were you.”
“I wasn’t a dick,” he said, going back to doing whatever he was doing to my neck and ears.
“Dude,” I said. “You so were. You should send him a letter of apology.”
“Sam, do you really want me to stop what I’m doing and write a letter of apology to Todd?”
“I didn’t me
an right this second oh my gods do that again.”
And he did, swirling his tongue on my ear and pressing himself harder against me. The handle to the door was digging against the small of my back, but I really couldn’t find a fuck to give about that because Ryan was truly, truly talented.
“Now,” he said, his voice low and rough. “You are going to go into the bathroom. You are going to bathe. When you’re finished, you’re going to come back out here. There will be no need for clothing. Is there any part of that that is unclear?”
“Not a single word,” I breathed.
“Good. I’ll be back shortly. Don’t keep me waiting, Sam.” He leaned in and kissed me, dirty and wet. Somehow, he managed to make us trade places and before I knew it, he was out the door and gone.
“Um,” I said. “What the fuck?”
I stood there for a few long minutes, unsure of what had just happened, or what would be happening. The fact that he’d given me a few direct orders that had done nothing but made my dick harder than it’d ever been was something I wasn’t even remotely ready to deal with.
There was a frantic knock on the door.
I opened it quick, sure he’d already come back. “That was fast. Couldn’t wait to come back and fuck me—Gary.”
Gary stared at me. “You’re still wearing clothes.”