Page 68 of Loathing Ryan
Her hands went up to her hair, and she swooped it over to one side. “Yeah, I got it cut and highlighted a little. Do you like it?”
“You’re always beautiful, Bells,” I said softly, grabbing her waist. “Now, come here.” I pulled her into me and finally pressed my lips against hers.
It was as if I was finally breathing air again. It had been months since I had Izabel right in front of me. Months since I felt those beautiful lips on my own. I was starving for her.
I kissed her like a man deprived for a few minutes until she finally wrestled away from me. God, she was beautiful. Her new hair was a little messed up from my fingers, and her lips were slightly swollen from the kissing. I had never seen anything sexier than her right now.
“Your mom and Derek are in the car,” she said softly, a blush creeping onto her cheeks.
I smiled. That was nice of my mom to send Bells in to retrieve me. She was dying to see me and introduce me to my new baby sister, but she knew how badly Izabel and I needed a little privacy.
“Oookay,” I groaned, reaching for the bags that I had discarded. “Let’s go see this baby.”
“Oh, you’ll love her, Ryan. She’s a doll!” Izabel crooned as she reached for my hand. “I’ve never seen such a perfect baby.”
Wait till you see ours, I wanted to say, but I bit my tongue.
Izabel and I had now officially been dating for a little over six months. Most of those were long distance, but we were together, nonetheless. We had both been living completely different lives, her at Princeton and me in Germany. But overall, I’d say we did pretty well at the whole distance-loving thing.
There had been a few fights and a few emotional nights. But there were lots of good nights too. I had discovered that, while still not as good as the real deal, phone sex with Izabel was freakinghot.
I couldn’t wait to get her naked now, though. I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye. She was holding my free hand and practically skipping out of happiness. I missed her so much. I had about five months’ worth of love to make up for. I had been picturing that moment with her for months. Having her naked in my bed. My tongue roaming over every inch of her, re-learning the divots and grooves of her body.
Jesus. I was getting hard just thinking about it.
Izabel led me to the car, and I had to focus on calming myself down. I didn’t want to meet my baby sister for the first time with a hard-on.
My mom saw us approaching and hopped out of the car to hug me. Derek followed suit and clapped me on the shoulder.
“Hey, guys!” I exclaimed. My mom had tears falling down her cheeks, but the biggest smile I had ever seen. “You look great, Mom. Now, where’s my baby sister?” My eyes darted to the back seat, where I knew she was hiding.
Derek had stepped around us and unbuckled her. He wrapped her in a fuzzy pink blanket and brought her to me. I dropped my bags on the ground again and held my arms out for her.
“Ryan, this is Thalia,” Derek said, transferring his little girl into my arms. I held on to her tightly, afraid that I’d drop her. She was so tiny I could hardly believe it. Thalia was only a few weeks old. She came right at the beginning of December.
My eyes darted to Izabel, watching us with an expression I couldn’t name. “She is perfect,” I said, jogging back to what Bells said. “Hi, Thalia, I’m your big brother,” I said to the tiny pink bundle as I bounced her slightly.
I held her for a few more minutes before we buckled her back in and loaded up in the car to head home. I was itching to get away from this airport, out of these clothes, and into the shower—preferably with Izabel. She and I had some reacquainting to do.
Hours later, once Izabel and I had frantically made love, we lay together in bed. I held her close, her cheek on my chest, my hand trailing up and down her spine. On the pattern back up, I hit the spot on her back that made her shiver against me.
“I love you,” I whispered to her for the millionth time that day as I pressed my lips against her forehead.
Izabel shifted and hit me with those blue eyes. I had never been so content in my life. I never wanted this moment to end. The two of us were pressed skin-to-skin, and I had never felt more whole.
Christmas was next week, followed by New Year’s. Then back to the grind. I had gotten three weeks off from the internship. Which didn’t feel like enough time, but Izabel and I had fallen in love in less than that. We’d make do with what we were given.
“I’m so glad you’re back,” she told me. Her eyes roamed my face as if trying to convince herself I was actually home. Actually here.
Scooping my arm underneath her, I rolled until I was on top of her again. I sighed happily as I settled between her thighs, feeling her heat seep into me—my favorite place to be.
“Me too, Bells. Real sex is so much better than phone sex,” I teased her.
Izabel shoved my shoulder and laughed. “Whatever. We made do.”
I played with the ends of her hair. She had cut a few inches off. It was just to her shoulders now. And she had thrown some copper highlights in. “What made you want to do your hair?”
She shrugged and smiled. “I don’t know. Right before the break, Mark mentioned getting his buzzed off, and it just got me thinking it was time for a change.”
