Page 39 of Falling for Mr. Wright

“Um…right.” He moved his arm over the couch pillow, and squeezed her shoulder. “Thanks again.”

“Remember, I’ll be your delivery service for three months. A deal’s a deal.” She patted his chest. “I’m just so glad I didn’t screw our friendship up last weekend. I didn’t, right?” She lifted her head and looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes.

Maybe it was her sweet vanilla scent or the way her beautiful green eyes gazed into his, but enough was enough. He needed to show her how much he wanted her.

Screw Logan and her plan.

He slid his finger under her chin and dipped his head until his lips met hers as easily as they had the first time. He gently coaxed her mouth open, applying light pressure.

Their kiss on the football field had been spontaneous and a little out of control. For this one, he was determined to take his time, savoring her soft lips.

The feel of her mouth on his sent a bolt of adrenaline through him, and he pulled her onto his lap, running his hand up her boot until he reached her tights.

“This could complicate things,” she whispered, splaying her hands over his chest.

“Not if we don’t let it.” Before she could respond, he swept his mouth back over hers, this time a deeper kiss that caused her to dig her fingers in his shoulder blades as he pulled her in close. He moved his hands up her dress, the feel of her body causing him to go hard. He palmed her covered breasts, causing a soft moan as she tilted her head back.

Fuck it. Slow was overrated. He cupped her head, his mouth fast on hers.

Completely consumed with Sarah in his arms, their tongues lashing, he didn’t hear the front door open.

“Oh my God. I amso sorry.”

Sarah broke their kiss and slid off his lap, her cheeks flushed as she smoothed her dress.

“Hey, Bridget,” he said, wanting to turn her right back around and slam the door. His sister had theworsttiming.

Bridget mouthed the word “hi” and continued with her phone conversation in the kitchen.

“I’m sorry about the interruption.” Ryan nodded in his sister’s direction. “Let me take you home.”

“No, it’s late.” Sarah grabbed her coat off the recliner and slid it on, fiddling with her phone. “I’ll just call an Uber.”

He couldn’t argue with her there—one long, confusing day. How was it a few minutes ago she was arching into his touch? Now she looked like she was going to be sick if she didn’t get out of there.

Bridget came back into the living room, interrupting the obvious awkwardness. “Hi.” She looked at Ryan and then approached Sarah with an extended hand. “I’m Bridget.”

“I’m Sarah. It’s nice to meet you.”

Bridget gave Sarah what he knew was her “I know my brother wants to have mad sex with you” grin. “It’s so nice to finally meet you. Ryan talks about youallthe time.”

“Not all the time.” Ryan picked up Sarah’s scarf and gloves from the recliner and handed them to her.

“Thank you, and thank you for sending Ryan to work with so many yummy desserts,” Sarah said, wrapping her scarf around her neck.

“Anything for this guy.” Bridget punched his stomach.

Sarah smiled and turned to Ryan, raising her phone up. “My Uber’s here. I’ll see you Friday night?”

“I’ll be there.”Ready to kick Logan’s ass.

He walked Sarah out, waiting downstairs until she was in the car. Once he was back in his apartment, he picked up their empty beer bottles and remaining pizza.

“What’s happening Friday?” Bridget called from the kitchen.

“Nothing.” Not if he could help it.

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