Page 59 of Loathing Ryan
“I want you,” I gasped as he rubbed at my clit over and over again, driving me absolutely crazy.
He leaned forward and kissed me deeply. I moaned into him as his fingers drove me wild. When he pulled away, he leaned me down against the bed and then leaned back.
“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
I preened at his praise and reached for him. Ryan moved over me, taking my lips captive again. Swiftly, all the remaining barriers between us were eliminated, and then it was just him and me once more.
He worked my body skillfully, knowing exactly where to touch and how much pressure to use to take me higher and higher. When he finally slid inside of me, it was like I could breathe again. We found our pleasure in each other, cherishing these moments that we had together, secretly knowing that our time might be limited.
Ryan kept thrusting deep inside of me until I clenched around him, finding my release and triggering his. Fully spent, he slumped against me and pressed gentle kisses along my sweaty skin. His shoulders heaved as he caught his breath.
When he pulled back to look into my eyes, my breath caught. My heart felt so full at this moment. Even less than a month ago, I never would have imagined I could have felt anything like this for Ryan, but now, I couldn’t imagine feeling anything else.
I pulled him back up to me, searching for his lips once more. I kissed Ryan like it was one of the last times, putting everything I was feeling deep inside of me into the moment. Ryan held onto me like he knew what I was saying without words.
As our breaths slowed and we came down from our highs, I settled against him. Knowing that no matter what happened, my life would forever be changed because of this amazing green-eyed boy in my bed beside me.
25
RYAN
The phone rang twicebefore she picked up. “Ryan?”
“Hey, what are you up to right now?”
I heard her rustle something on the other line. “Oh, nothing, really. I was just?—”
“Reading?” I finished for her. She laughed, but it was confirmation enough. “Of course, you were. Anything good?”
“Not that you would think is good,” she said, humor lacing her tone.
“Think you can take a bit of a break for the evening?” I asked. “I thought it would be a nice night to get ice cream and hang out.”
“You had me at ice cream,” Bells said, her voice perking up.
“Great, I’ll be there in ten.”
We hung up, and by the time I rolled up to her house, she was waiting for me at the end of her driveway. She was wearing a pair of denim shorts and a white tank top and looking absolutely delectable. The minute she was inside my Jeep, I leaned over and pressed my lips to hers.
She smiled against me, eagerly kissing me back.
I was grinning, too, when I pulled away. “I missed you.”
She giggled. “You saw me yesterday.”
“That’s just too long, Bells,” I said with a wink before putting the car into drive and pulling out of her neighborhood.
She was chatty tonight, telling me all about the book she was reading—a biography on Harriet Tubman this time. I loved listening to her talk about things she cared about. Even though the subjects never interested me like they did for her, her enthusiasm was infectious.
We went to a small ice cream shack in the middle of town and got in line to order. We both got small cups of ice cream with different flavors of mix-ins–cookie crumbles for me, and Izabel chose hot fudge with whip cream and cherries. Ice creams in hand, we hopped back in my Jeep.
“Where are we going?” Bells asked as we drove away from the ice cream shop.
“Thought we could hang out at the park for a bit,” I said, flipping on my turn signal. I reached across the console in the car and set my hand on her thigh. Izabel dropped her hand on top of mine and rubbed her thumb over the ridges of my knuckles.
I glanced at her from my seat, and my heart skipped a beat. Fuck, she was just so perfect.
When we got to the park, I found us a spot right away.
