Page 20 of Small Town Prince Charming

“Yes.” He groaned. “Oh God.” He grasped the sides of her skirt and hiked it over her hips, exposing her lower body. He kissed along her neck and kept her skirt around her waist. At the same time, he palmed her breast through the fabric of her blouse.

Heat engulfed her, and she writhed beneath his touch. She’d never done anything so risqué in her life and she loved it. He freed her and made her want everything with him.

“I need to be inside you,” he said between kisses. “Want you.”

“Take me.” She held on, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. She hooked her leg about his waist.

He shoved her panties aside. “Christ. So wet for me. Want me?”

“Yes.” She kissed him hard. “I crave you.”

“Mine.” He nudged the blunt head of his cock against her labia. His breath warmed her skin and passion burned in his eyes. He nibbled her bottom lip as he pushed into her.

The second he slid to the hilt into her body, she cried out. He’d stretched her and the burn encouraged her to lower her inhibitions. She loved the freedom in his arms. He fit her perfectly.

Ryan grasped her hips. “Fuck.”

Her skirt bunched and got in the way. Ryan grasped the fabric and tore it until the garment fell away from her body.

Chilly air rushed over her soaked pussy. She whimpered again. He held her and she bucked against him as best she could, meeting him thrust for thrust. Her nerve endings buzzed. Her thoughts blurred and the world centered on him. He made her feel loved and sexy as she stared into his eyes.

He said nothing, but she knew how he felt, too. She could read the love in his eyes and the desire in each thrust. A shiver ran the length of her spine. She groaned and undulated beneath him. The orgasm built within her, and she panted. The coil in her belly tightened. She needed release and this moment.

“Ryan.” She clawed at his shoulders. “Oh God.” She couldn’t hold on for much longer. Her restraint frayed with each push. She lost herself in the exquisite delight of making love to him.

He sucked on her neck and his thrusts turned feral. He groaned, the sound vibrating against her skin.

The coil in her snapped as the orgasm washed over her. She tensed, then slumped in his arms. The world seemed to slow to one-quarter time. Her head swam.

“Tracey.” He slammed into her once more and held her tight to the wall. “Fuck.”

He’d said it. She held onto him, thankful she could. She doubted her knees would hold her up right then.

He panted, his breath tickling against her neck. He continued to hold her, but he met her gaze. “God, you’re beautiful when you come.” He placed her on her feet and pulled out.

Tracey wobbled to the couch. “Wow.” She wanted to say something more eloquent, but the words wouldn’t come.

“Yes.” He tucked himself behind his zipper and fastened his jeans, then knelt in front of her. “You’re better than my fantasies.”

“I hope so.” She righted her underwear. “You tore my skirt.” It wasn’t her favorite and not a loss, but still.

“I owe you.” He parted her legs and settled between her knees. He palmed her thighs. “I’m not the kind of guy who welcomes people into my life easily. I have to think about my little girl.”

“You do.” She expected nothing less from him, even if this wasn’t the line of conversation she thought they’d share after sex.

“I’m careful about whom I share my bed with and you’re different. You’re damn special to me and to Maisey,” he said. “Not everyone makes the cut. Hell, I don’t sleep with my dates until at least the third—most of which don’t get that far. But you make me throw out my rules and want to blast ahead.”

“You fry my brain, too.” She hesitated. “I’ll always tell you what I want—no sugarcoating or lying. I know this is hard for you, because you’ve got to open up and accept me. I want to be your partner and to be with you. I know it’ll take time, and I don’t expect this to go fast, even if I’m ready to barrel forward, too.”

“I know.” He curled his fingers under her chin. Passion and something deeper sparkled in his eyes. “I want everyone to know we’re together and that you’re mine. That said, this won’t be easy.”

“I don’t need easy.” She could handle the tough as well as smooth parts of a relationship.

“I mean there will be bumps, but if you’re willing to go with me, then I’ll do my best to make you happy.”

She trailed her fingers down his cheek. “I never doubted you.”

“Come to the recital.”

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