Page 68 of Reaching Ryan

Chapter Twenty-nine

Ryan

Walking across the atrium of the center with Grace beside me, it’s all I can do to keep my hands to myself because I didn’t change my mind. My mind has been made up since the second I met her.

I want Grace.

All I have to do is close my eyes to be reminded of it. So, no. I haven’t changed my mind so much as I’ve accepted the inevitable.

When we step off the elevator in front of the nursing station, I grab her hand and pull her down the corridor as fast as my fucked-up leg will let me, not really thinking past the fact that if I don’t get myself inside her, sooner rather than later, there’s a very real possibility that I might lose what little of my mind I have left.

Jamming my hand into the front pocket of my borrowed jeans, I pull out my room key and shove it into the lock.

“Ryan” She whispers it and for a second, I’m sure she’s going to tell me that’s she’s changed her mind too. That now that she knows just how broken I really am, she doesn’t want me.

Can’t want me.

But then she presses herself against me and whispers again. “Hurry.”

Fuck.

Giving the key a vicious twist, I’m barely able to stifle a groan of relief when the door opens and I’m able to pull her through it before slamming it shut behind us both.

And then I’m pushing her against the door. Pinning her to it while she claws at the button of her jeans with frantic, jerky movements that tell me she’s just as desperate for this as I am.

Shoving her hand away, I take over, jerking the button from its loop before working her jeans and panties down her hips and thighs just enough to make room for my fingers, giving her the seam of her pussy a teasing stroke that throws her head back against my shoulder and pulls a shuttering moan from her throat that sounds like my name.

“Ryan…” She moans again, tilting her hips into the cup of my hand, grinding herself along the length of my teasing fingers. “Please.”

“Christ…” I groan the word when the seam of her pussy splits around the pressure of my fingers and I feel how wet and swollen she is for me. How ready she is for me to fuck her.

Yeah, except you can’t fuck her, can you, Ranger?

Shoving the reminder aside with a vicious growl, I stroke my fingers into her on a hard, fast thrust that steals her breath and has her crying out all at once. “Better,” I whisper in her ear as I start to move, fucking her with my fingers. Giving her deep, slow thrusts while I grind the heel of my hand against her clit in firm, rhythmic circles. “You feel better than I dreamed.”

But it’s not enough.

I need more.

Dropping my arm, I wrap my hand around the inside of her thigh, pulling it back to open her up and she gasps when my fingers thrust even deeper, her thighs instantly beginning to shake around my hand when the tips of them find her G-spot.

“Fuuuck.” I groan, low and tight in my throat, when I feel it. The low-level tremor vibrating through her bones. The fast, arrhythmic flutter of her pulse against my mouth. “Are you gonna come for me, Grace?” I whisper it against her jaw, nipping and teasing the taut clench of it with my tongue and teeth when she nods her head in response. “Say it.”

“I’m go—” she whimpers, the rest of it getting lost as her hips going wild, tilting and bucking to meet the fast, hard pump of my fingers while the orgasm snakes down her spine, rolling and shuddering while her slick, tight pussy clamps around my fingers like a fist and her breath catches in her lungs.

Leaning over her, I catch her mouth with mine licking my way inside to swallow her scream while the dip and sweep of my tongue matches my fingers, still fucking and moving inside her until I feel the grip and pull of her coming all over again.

And even then, it’s not enough.

I’m beginning to think that when it comes to Grace, it never will be.

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