Page 70 of The Press Secretary's Passion
“I think it’s best if you go,” I say quietly. “And don’t come back.”
“Can I ask why?”
I wait a beat and swallow back the tears I haven’t yet cried over him before I answer. “I saw you tonight. I know you lied when you said you were working late. And I also know you were with a woman.”
“And?”
“And you don’t deny it?”
“I was supposed to work late, but MacKenzie called and asked me to dinner,” he says. Hearing her name spoken allowed is like a knife to my belly, and my heart feels like it breaks all over again. His face softens when he sees my crestfallen expression.
“I think you should go,” I say again. I’m going to cry. I stayed so strong for the last hour, and now it’s all going to come out. I think he’s going to leave, but then he puts his palm to my belly and gently shoves me back a step so he can follow me through the door. Once he’s inside, he shuts the door behind himself and throws the lock too. “I asked you to go.”
“We’ll get to that in a minute,” he says. “But first, let’s talk about the other bullshit you spewed a minute ago.”
“What bullshit?” I question. Everything I told him was true.
“Let’s talk about the woman you saw me with tonight,” he says.
“I’d rather not.”
“I’m sure you’ll change your mind when I tell you who she is,” he states with a smile on his face.
“Too young for you, that’s who she is,” I mutter under my breath.
“That—” He laughs. “—and she’s also my kid sister, so that’s all kind of eww.”
“What?”
“That was MacKenzie, my baby sister.”
“The one who flies jets?” I ask stupidly.
“That’s the one.” He smiles gently at me. “She’s in town for training before she deploys again. So she looked up her old brother and asked him to dinner. I tried to see if you wanted to come with and meet her, but you had already left the building and weren’t answering your cell phone.”
“Oops.”
“Yeah, oops.”
“I’m sorry,” I say instantly.
“That’s all right, baby,” Ryan replies gently. “But what’s not all right is assuming the worst of me and then locking me out without giving me a chance to talk it through with you.”
Shit. He’s right. I did do that.
“I’m sorry,” I say again.
“Good. Now kiss me.”
And I do.
I press up on my tip toes, and Ryan lets me kiss him for about two seconds before he takes over the kiss. I open my mouth under his when he licks my bottom lip and moan into his mouth.
When he breaks our kiss and I drop back to my heels, he leans forward and puts a shoulder to my belly and lifts me up, making me let out an “eep!” He carries my like a sack of potatoes up the stairs and drops me unceremoniously onto the bed, where I bounce but only once, because he follows me down and covers my body with his.
And there’s something about all the emotions that are riding me hard and the way he wants me that sets me on fire, and I go wild. I pull at his clothes, and he pulls at mine, and when we’re finally naked and pressed together on the bed, Ryan parts my legs and slides deep inside me.
“Yes,” I breathe. He feels so big inside me with no preamble, and I want more than anything for him to move.
