Page 58 of Loathing Ryan
“That won’t be a problem,” Ryan said confidently, his eyes brushing over to me.
“Good.” Juliet gave a million-watt smile, then clapped her hands together. “Now that that’s all cleared up, who’s up for a game of Drink, Drink, Shot?” She looked around.
Ryan cleared his throat. “That sounds great, but I’ve got to get Bells home.”
Juliet frowned at us. “Oh, lame. Why?”
Ryan looked over at me in agony, asking for help. “I’m not feeling good,” I improvised. “I think that pretzel cheese was bad or something today.”
My friend wrinkled her nose. “Gross, yeah, get out of here. I’ll text you later.” She leaned forward and gave me a hug. Then softly, so the boys wouldn’t hear, she whispered, “And girl, I expect a full report.”
My eyebrows shot up on my forehead, and she pulled away and winked at me before heading off with Liam.
Ryan watched them saunter off, then he turned to me again, eyes blazing. “Ready?”
“You have no idea. Let’s go.” I stood on my tiptoes and kissed his cheek before taking his hand and beelining to his Jeep.
Ryan practically threw me into his vehicle. Then, he ripped out of the parking area and headed toward my house. He kept one of his hands on my thigh the whole time we drove. At every stoplight, he would lean over and capture my lips with a kiss.
“Eager much?” I teased him as he pulled away from me once the light turned green.
He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye and groaned. “You have no idea, Bells. You’re killing me in that dress.”
The drive was quick. Before long, Ryan pulled the Jeep into my driveway. No lights were on in my house, confirming that my parents had left. He put the car into park, and then turned to look at me. I gave him a soft smile, and he returned it.
Time seemed to stand still as Ryan leaned toward me. My body hummed to life the minute his lips touched mine, and I held back a quiet moan as his tongue dipped out and traced the seam of my lips to deepen our kiss.
My back arched as Ryan’s hand crossed the center console and snaked around my waist. He rested it there for a moment before he moved it and unclicked the lock of my seatbelt. His hand found my back again, and he applied slight pressure. I knew what he was asking without him needing to verbalize it.
I crossed the console and seated myself in his lap, feeling emboldened by the intensity of his kiss. Ryan made a satisfied sound deep in his throat the minute I was sitting on top of him. His hands roamed the sides of my torso, exploring.
When his hands finally made their way up to my breasts and cupped them through my clothing, my skin erupted in tingles. I wiggled on his lap, feeling his thick hardness underneath me and growing addicted to the friction. Ryan seemed to like it too, as he groaned into my mouth and squeezed my breasts appreciatively.
The pleasure kept rising as I moved back and forth on his lap, growing desperate for some kind of release. I knew he was too by the sounds he was making.
“Bells,” Ryan gasped my name in between my feverish kisses. I hummed in response, but he finally tilted his head away from my lips, putting distance between us. Meeting his eyes, I waited to hear his excuse for why he stopped. “We should take this inside.”
Loving the sound of his suggestion, we both got out of the Jeep on his side and walked up to the front door together. As I unlocked it, I looked over my shoulder at him with a wink. I flipped on the lights first because my house creeped me out when it was dark. Tossing my keys on the side table by the door, I glanced at my boyfriend.
He stepped up next to me, wrapped a hand around my waist, and pulled me toward him. I pressed myself against his chest, feeling his strong muscles ripple against me. Ryan took a deep breath, tightening his arms as he looked down at me. “You aresobeautiful. I can hardly stand it.”
I blushed and leaned up to kiss him. The passion from back in the Jeep surmounted, and I needed to be closer to him. He crushed his lips against mine, and I wanted to sigh in relief. I pried his lips open with my own, and he quickly took control, our tongues mingling. Ryan’s hands ran up and down my sides, occasionally pausing to squeeze and pull me into him. His fingers left a trail of fire as they explored my curves.
“Upstairs,” I murmured against his lips. Ryan groaned and nodded. I grabbed his hand and led him up the stairs. We stumbled down the hallway and into my bedroom, pausing every few steps to kiss each other fervently.
Once we crossed the threshold of my room, Ryan placed his hands on my hips and hoisted me up. I instinctually wrapped my legs around him. He pressed my back into the door, giving himself better leverage to kiss me. I felt him grind himself into me, which intensified my feelings instantly. I wanted him. Now. I felt like I would self-combust unless we moved things along.
Ryan still held me in his arms as he walked toward my bed. He laid me down on the mattress and hit me with a smoldering stare as he swiftly reached behind him and pulled off his shirt. I bit my bottom lip as I admired his toned chest and stomach. My fingers traced the line from his clavicle down his chest. Ryan’s muscles shivered underneath my soft touch. He climbed over me, pressed his weight against me, and kissed me ferociously.
His hand trailed against my thigh. It started at the knee and then explored higher up toward my hip, underneath the hem of my dress. When I felt his fingers toy with the lacy edge of my panties, my legs started to tremble.
Ryan’s lips pulled away from my own and began exploring my jawline, neck, and sternum.
“Bells, I love this dress on you,” he whispered against my skin. His warm breath fanned across me, giving me goosebumps. “But, I really need it off of you now.” He kissed the swell of my breast, slightly exposed by the V-neck cut of my dress.
My heart mimicked palpitations while his fingers at my hip kept on exploring. “Ryan,” I whimpered as the fingertips found the center of my panties, pressing and rubbing small circles against the wetness he had provoked.
“Yeah, Bells?” he whispered back against my breasts. His tongue had dipped underneath my dress’s neckline and followed my bra’s outline. Reaching the edge of my panties, his fingers snuck underneath the elastic band. They slipped against me, finding my center and then searching higher for the bundle of nerves. I shivered.
