Page 51 of Falling for Mr. Wright

“Thank you.”

Ryan exited his bedroom and flipped on the living-room lights, not sure what to say. This wasn’t the way things were supposed to end. He’d thought his legs would be tangled in hers all night. He should be halfway to bringing her to her next orgasm by now. Damn, he’d even planned to make her pancakes loaded with peanut butter in the morning.

When he reached the door, he turned around and met her eyes. “I guess I’ll see you on Monday,” he said, at a total loss for words.

“Definitely, and don’t forget the holiday party on Tuesday.”

“Right. The party.” The last thing on his mind.

“You’ve got three days to get your Secret Santa gifts.”

He smiled halfheartedly. “I better get on it.”

Sarah glanced down at her phone. “My Uber should be near.”

“I’ll walk you down.” He opened the door, but she motioned him to stop.

“It’s cold. You stay inside. I’ll see you Monday.”

They stood for a few awkward seconds. Kissing her good-bye didn’t seem right given the fact she’d basically admitted this was only a casual hookup that wouldn’t be happening again.

He put his arms around her for a quick hug, leaving a bit of space between them. “Bye, Sarah,” he said and unlocked the door. “If you wouldn’t mind sending me a text that you got home safe, I’d appreciate it.”

She smiled. “I will. Bye, Ryan.”

Once she was gone, he moved back to his bedroom and flopped onto his bed, disappointment racing through him.It was just sex. So what if it was mind blowing? Get over it, because it isn’t going to happen again.

He’d gotten exactly what he’d wanted when he’d rushed out of the restaurant.

But as he pulled up the sheet, inhaling her delicious sugary scent swirling around him, he realized he hadn’t gotten exactly what he wanted.

Not if she still wanted Logan.

…

Sarah propped herself against the door and let out a long breath.

Had she really had sex with Ryan?

When she’d said yes earlier in the week to Logan’s invitation to dinner, never in her wildest imagination had she thought it would end with her standing outside Ryan’s front door at midnight, and everything that had happened in between.

Not at all.

How could Ryan hug her good-bye so formally when an hour ago he was thrusting into her body, giving her singlehandedly the best orgasm of her life?

She closed her eyes, remembering the feel of his warm hands on her body, raw desire in his eyes.

She’d never had sex quite like she’d just had with Ryan. The other guys she’d been with had been quick in bed, but Ryan… Ryan wasthorough. It was as if he knew everything she wanted and everything she needed. The way he’d taken his time slowly seducing her—every inch of her. It had been incredible.

That they’d teased each other and shared a couple of laughs in the moment had been new to her, too, and she’d loved every minute of it. She’d never been with a man who didn’t race to the end. No. Ryan had seemed to want her to savor each and every sensation.

Her body had surrendered to everything he’d given.

And for God’s sake, what about when he’d gotten out of bed? He’d known exactly what he’d been doing when he’d slipped on what had to be the sexiest pair of jeans on the planet. A shirtless Ryan in worn denim—yeah, he’d still been seducing her even after the sex had been over.

Damn those rock-solid abs.

It was so unfair of him, and for him. He hadn’t even let her return the need-anticipating favor. Tonight had been unmistakably about fulfilling her needs, but what about his? She bit down on her lip and pushed off the door. Maybe she’d rushed out too quickly.

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