Page 48 of Forbidden Puck
“I might be.”
Trapped between the sofa and Ryan, I hopped on the arm-rest. He neared, his huge body pressing against my legs, until I spread them open and let him in.
He gently brushed the tip of his thumb over my lips, reigniting the fire in my belly. “Just one good night kiss?”
With Ryan's body heat pulsing between my thighs, I was down to my last line of defense.
“If only you would've gone home with that girl. Forget a good night kiss, you could've been gettinglaidright now, Radar.”
He lifted my chin with his big hand and raised my eyes to his. “Enough about her. She's not what I want.”
“What do you want?” I stammered, gently squeezing my legs against his rear.
“You. You're so fine, Ella.”
“… Ryan,” I muttered softly.
He leaned in and kissed me. Just as gently, just as perfectly as he had in the back of that cab. I moaned as he kissed me, knowing the next kiss would only be deeper, hotter—
But there wasn't a next kiss. I opened my eyes to see Ryan pulling back with a devious glint in his eye.
“Isaid, 'just one kiss'.”
“Ugh,” I grumbled, “that's just cruel.”
I grabbed him by the lapels of his suit jacket, whipped him around, and gave him a shove. The big man bowled over the armrest and crashed into the cushions of the couch.
On his back, Ryan looked at me and laughed. “I knew you had a thing for trouble.”
I leaped over the armrest and landed on him.
“Yeah, yeah, save it.” I ran my hands over the mountainous pecs that bulged beneath his Oxford. “You're lucky you're so jacked.”
He put his hands on my hips and held me in place. “It's not luck at all. It's a lot of hard work and time spent in the gym.”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
I leaned in, my finger-tips grating against the coarse grit of his stubble, and pressed my lips lightly onto his. I kissed him modestly, savoring the humble littlepopsand wetsmacksof our innocent lip-locking.
Ryan's manly desire quickly grew. Heneededto kiss me deeper, but I enjoyed only letting him have a taste. Since he'd wanted to torture me with his 'just one kiss' gimmick, it was only fair to return the favor. I was wondering how long I could tease him like this, until—
Ryan grabbed my hair, bunching up a ponytail in his fist, and pulled my head back.
“Iknowwhat you're doing,” he growled, his breath hot on my exposed neck.
He planted his lips on my neck and sucked. I let out a moan, my whole body going limp, a sudden heat radiating between my thighs …
In one fast and powerful move, Ryan flipped me over. He was on top now, on all fours like a wild animal, his pupils darkened with lust. I clung to his sexy forearms, so thick and muscular and hairy, and writhed beneath him.
His eyes on mine, Ryan lowered himself onto me until I was smooshed between his solid mass and the couch cushions. I'd never felt so perfectly content to be crushed—he was so muchman,so warm and big and sturdy. It only felt natural to submit to him.
He gripped my hair lightly and pulled me tighter to him. And then he kissed me, the way hewantedto kiss me; wild, hungry and dominant.
“Ryan,” I panted breathlessly, my tone uncertain. He was awonderfulkisser, and if we were going to stop before we got too carried away?Nowwas the time.
But he silenced me with his tongue, and we moved together, tongues circling, pushing, pulling, an intimate dance that grew closer and more passionate with each movement. With each kiss, we sank deeper into the couch, deeper into each other. His large hands cupped and squeezed at my breasts, and my knees weakened.
I could feelhim,quickly growing in his pants as the two of us gently rocked back and forth against each other. He washuge,big and long, bigger than any guy I'd ever felt. The presence of his rock-solid arousal against me made my pussy clench and throb.
