Page 46 of Loathing Ryan
I smirked. “Oh, nothing, just thinking about how you look like a Picasso painting sitting in the sun.”
She sat a little straighter and couldn’t help the laugh that slipped through her lips. “A Picasso painting? Do you know how Picasso painted people?”
“No,” I lied. Of course, I knew, but I committed to the bit. “But I assume they weren’t as pretty as you.”
She rolled her eyes and lay down on her back. “You make me laugh, Ryan Miller.”
I rolled over on my side, propping my head in my hand, now right beside her. She watched me as I studied her face for a minute before I tilted my head forward and captured her lips in a kiss. Instantly reciprocating, she kissed me back fervently.
“I thought you loathed me,” I murmured between kisses. I pulled away slightly and nuzzled my nose with hers. “Thought you cursed the ground I walked on.”
She rolled onto her side until we faced each other and then hooked her leg over my hip. I responded by placing my hand on her lower back, urging her closer to me so our bodies were pressed together. Her eyes were sincere when they met mine. They had a softness I hadn’t seen since we were tangled together in the cabin.
My lips found hers again. She met me halfway with the same intensity that I brought. I moaned low in my chest, a raspy sound that had her pressing into me even more, desperate for me. She let out her own breathy sigh. Ilovedit when Bells moaned against me. My hands explored the length of her body, caressing her smooth legs, then up to cup the side of her jawbone.
My other hand splayed across her back, gently applying pressure to bring her closer. Izabel’s breasts pressed against my chest, her firm nipples rubbing my skin and driving me mad. Her fingers trailed over my back and around my ribs. I traced the small of her back, and she arched into me.
I groaned again but pulled away from her, resting my forehead on hers. Her eyes were squeezed shut as she focused on my breathing. Giving a big sigh, I kissed her one more time.
“Come on, let’s head inside.”
Her eyes snapped open, and she gave me a questioning look. “Why?”
“I’m all for skinny dipping, but I’m not about to fuck you out here and make you get splinters all over from this dock,” I told her honestly. Her cheeks turned a bright red, and I knew it wasn’t from the heat of the sun. “So let’s go inside.” I held out my hand, and she took it without protest.
We grabbed our clothes, and I led her back to the cabin. As soon as we were inside, I shut the door behind us and gave her a hungry look. She squirmed under my gaze. Her lips twitched, and her eyelids hooded.
“Now,” I said as I prowled toward her. “Where were we?”
20
IZABEL
Late the following morning,Ryan strolled into the cabin and gave me a knowing smile, and I blushed. This morning I woke up to him on top of me, peppering light kisses on my face, trying to rouse me. When my eyes finally fluttered open, they met his smoldering green ones. There was a heat in Ryan’s eyes that I hadn’t seen before as he looked down at me, which made my belly feel like Jell-O.
He made sure to give me a proper good morning as he pressed his weight into me and kissed me feverishly. The feel of Ryan’s body against mine had me thinking all kinds of dirty thoughts as I got lost in him. I knew he knew what I thought as he kissed me because he moaned into my mouth when my body instinctively arched up into his. The sound ignited something deep within me, and I pressed myself closer, unhappy with the thought of any space between us.
Eventually, we tore ourselves away. Ryan showered quickly before running out of the cabin to find food. That left me alone, imagining all the pleasurable things I wanted to do with him.
I had never been so drawn to a person before. Never in a million years would I have imagined I’d be feeling this way toward Ryan Miller, but here we were. I couldn’t get him out of my head.
For the first time, I finally understood what the big deal was about being infatuated with someone. I found myself counting down the minutes–though I had no real way to tell time–until he would return.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Ryan walked in through the cabin door, shooting me a wide, boyish smile before making his way over to the table where I was sitting and pulling out a chair. Before he sat down, he kissed the top of my head, sending tingles straight down my spine. Maybe it was the way my breath hitched when he drew near or the warm flush that appeared on my cheeks the minute I saw him, but he, for sure, knew that he had been on my mind all day.
“Heya, Bells,” he murmured against my hair. Once he sat down, he grabbed one of my hands and stared at me. “So, I’ve been thinking.”
My heart stuttered. “Thinking about what?” I asked, my voice breaking.
“It’s probably time that we take matters into our own hands. It’s not looking like they’re going to find us.” He shook his head and frowned. “I don’t know if we’re just too far from the river that they haven’t been able to see the cabin or what. But I think I should try to follow the river back to see if I can find the camp.” He watched me warily as he said this, as if gauging my reaction.
“But we don’t know how far it is. What if we get lost or attacked or something?”
Ryan pressed his lips together and squeezed my hand. “That’s why I saidIshould go.”
I was quiet for a moment as I tried to understand what he was telling me. Did he want to leave me here? Panic started to set in. My heart was starting to drum a little bit faster, and I could feel the palm of my hand getting clammy. However, Ryan held on to it with a firm grip, not caring if I got sweat all over him. Even though anger was rising within me, I appreciated his hand in mine, grounding me.
“What about me?”
