Page 58 of Her Maine Reaction

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down, needing to feel his weight on top of me. We’re still connected. He’s still inside of me, and I can feel him growing again–a sensation unlike any I’ve felt before. And it brings me a new sense of power, knowing that I’m the one who turns this man on. Even so soon after just having me.

Kissing Ryan is like slow dancing under the stars on a warm summer night. That feeling of being seen, even when it’s dark, and knowing that he’s is right there to hold onto if I get lost.

Cupping my neck, Ryan rubs his thumb across my jaw, slowly rocking in and out of me again.

Every nerve ending in my body is still on high alert, and I feel everything. A low moan rumbles from deep within me, and Ryan swallows it, kissing me like he can’t get enough.

My hands tighten around his neck, and I wrap my legs around his hips, giving myself to him.

Breaking away, Ryan leans his forehead against mine, his ragged breaths mixing with mine as he pumps in and out of me. He continues to brush his thumb back and forth against my jaw, and my eyes flutter open to see his pools of blue already locked on mine.

The slow burn builds and builds until my body explodes around him again, taking me by surprise. Falling, my neck arches up, and my lips brush Ryan’s as I moan out, squeezing him with every muscle I have inside of me.

Ryan picks up the pace, pumping through my orgasm as he chases his own, and I feel another storm building in me.

“Come with me,” he whispers against my lips, and I let go for a second time, my body on overdrive.

My throat closes, and my mouth remains open in a silent plea against his.

I’m never going to survive this time with Ryan if he continues to do this to me–if he continues to break me open and force me to give him all of me.

Chapter 12

I need air. Every breath I take seems to only make my throat close and my lungs constrict.

I can’t stay here with him.

Looking away from Ryan, I watch the flames dance in the fireplace. “Will you let me up?”

“What’s wrong?” he asks, tilting my face back to his.

“I just need–”

“No.”

“No?”

“No. I’m not letting you run away.”

I narrow my eyes. “Who said I’m running?” I fire back.

“I can see it in your eyes. Talk to me.”

“I’m fine.” But I know he sees through my lie.

“Stop thinking so much.”

Staring into his crystal blue eyes for the longest moment, I force a swallow despite my dry throat. “I can’t,” I whisper.

“You can.”

Closing my eyes, I take in a shaky breath, and when I open them again, I find Ryan’s have never wavered from mine. I feel his penetrating gaze all the way to my core.

Kissing me long and slow, Ryan silences the questions, doubts, and fears swirling around my head.

He pulls out of me, and I whimper at the loss.

“Stay right here,” he says, standing and walking out of the room.

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