Ryan’s lips captured mine with such hunger that I nearly lost my balance. His arms tightened around , pulling flush against his hard body as one hand tangled in my hair. The kiss deepened instantly, months of restraint crumbling between us like sand castles before a rising tide.
"God, I’ve missed you," he breathed against my mouth, his voice rough with desire. "Every night lying beside you, not touching you... it’s been torture."
His confession sent liquid heat pooling low in my belly. I slid my hands up his chest, feeling the rapid beating of his heart beneath my fingertips. "I’ve missed you too," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.
Ryan’s eyes darkened, the storm-gray irises nearly black with passion. Without warning, he lifted again and carried to our bed, laying down with surprising gentleness that contrasted with the barely restrained need in his expression.
"You’re even more beautiful now," he murmured, his gaze traveling slowly over my body. "Motherhood suits you, Mrs. Blackwood."
I reached for him, needing to feel his weight on . "Less talking," I demanded softly, pulling at his shirt buttons.
A wicked smile curved his lips as he caught my wrists in one hand, pinning them above my head. "Patience, sweetheart. I’ve waited months for this mont. I intend to savor it."
With his free hand, he traced the neckline of my blouse, his fingers skimming just above the fabric, not quite touching my skin. The anticipation made arch toward him, seeking contact.
"Ryan," I breathed, half-plea, half-warning.
"Yes, love?" His smile was pure sin as he slowly—agonizingly slowly—began unbuttoning my blouse, his knuckles brushing deliberately against my heated skin with each movent.
When the last button gave way, he pushed the fabric aside, his breath catching audibly at the sight of my lace-covered breasts. "Perfect," he whispered, bending to press his lips to the swell of flesh above the delicate fabric.
I shivered as he trailed kisses along my collarbone, down to the valley between my breasts. He released my wrists to slide his hands beneath , expertly unhooking my bra in one smooth motion. As the garnt fell away, he drew back slightly, his gaze appreciative and hungry.
"You have no idea how many nights I’ve dread of this," he confessed, cupping my breasts reverently. His thumbs brushed over the sensitive peaks, drawing a soft moan from my lips. "The sounds you make..." He smiled, repeating the motion. "I’ve missed those too."
My hands found their way to his shirt, determined to feel his skin against mine. This ti he allowed it, helping push the fabric from his shoulders until his chest was bare. I ran my palms over the defined muscles, tracing the contours I’d morized long ago.
Ryan’s skin burned beneath my fingertips, his breathing growing heavier as my hands ventured lower. When I reached the waistband of his trousers, his larger hand covered mine, guiding it to the impressive bulge straining against the fabric.
"See what you do to ?" he murmured, his voice strained. "Just the sight of you makes hard."
The bold declaration sent fresh heat surging through . I squeezed him gently through the material, rewarded by his sharp intake of breath and the flash of pure need in his eyes.
In one swift movent, he had completely undressed, his gaze devouring every inch of exposed skin with unconcealed hunger. His fingers traced patterns on my stomach, dipping lower with each pass until they brushed the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.
"Open for ," he commanded softly, his voice like velvet wrapped around steel.
I obeyed without hesitation, my legs parting as his hand slipped between them. A gasp escaped as his fingers found their target, already slick with desire.
"So wet for ," he groaned, his touch expert and deliberate. "I’ve missed this... missed how responsive you are."
His fingers circled and stroked, building a delicious pressure that had writhing beneath his touch. Just as I felt myself approaching the edge, he withdrew, earning a whimper of protest from my lips.
"Not yet," he murmured, his smile promising wicked delights. "I want to taste you first."
Before I could respond, he was moving down my body, positioning himself between my thighs. The first touch of his tongue against my sensitive flesh drew a cry from my lips, my back arching off the mattress.
"Ryan!" I gasped, my fingers clutching at the sheets.
He humd in approval, the vibration adding to the exquisite sensation as he continued his skilled assault. His hands gripped my hips, holding in place as I squird beneath his relentless attention.
When he added his fingers to the mix, curling them inside while his tongue worked its magic, I shattered completely. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over as he continued, drawing out my release until I was trembling and gasping his na.
Only then did he pull away, rising to shed his remaining clothes with quick, efficient movents. The sight of him fully naked sent another pulse of desire through , despite my recent climax.
Ryan positioned himself over , his powerful body caging mine as he braced himself on his forearms. "Tell you want this," he demanded, his voice tight with restraint. "Tell you want ."
I reached up to fra his face with my hands, drawing him down for a passionate kiss. "I want you, Ryan," I whispered against his lips. "I’ve always wanted you."
With a groan that sounded almost pained, he pushed forward, entering in one powerful thrust that had us both gasping. He stilled for a mont, his forehead resting against mine as we adjusted to the overwhelming sensation of being joined again after so long.
"You feel like heaven," he murmured, his eyes holding mine as he began to move.
Our bodies rembered each other, falling into a rhythm that built steadily in intensity. His hands seed to be everywhere at once—caressing my breasts, gripping my hips, sliding beneath to lift into each thrust.
"Serena," he groaned, his movents becoming more urgent. "God, Serena..."
The sound of my na on his lips, raw with passion, pushed closer to the edge. I wrapped my legs around his waist, changing the angle and drawing him deeper. The new position hit sothing exquisite inside with each thrust, making cry out.
"Yes," he encouraged, recognizing the signs of my approaching climax. "Let go for , sweetheart. I want to feel you co around ."
His words, combined with the delicious friction of our bodies moving together, sent spiraling over the edge for the second ti. I clung to his shoulders, my nails leaving crescent marks in his skin as pleasure exploded through every nerve ending.
Ryan followed monts later, my na a hoarse cry on his lips as he buried himself deep inside , his powerful body shuddering with release.
For several minutes afterward, we lay tangled together, our breathing gradually slowing, his weight a comforting pressure above . When he finally moved to roll off , I made a small sound of protest, not wanting to lose the connection.
He chuckled softly, pressing a tender kiss to my temple as he settled beside , drawing against his chest. "I’m not going anywhere," he promised, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my bare back.
I nestled into his embrace, feeling more content than I could rember being in a very long ti. "That was..."
"Overdue," he finished for , a smile in his voice. "And only the beginning."
I raised my head to look at him, finding his eyes warm with both satisfaction and renewed desire. "The beginning?" I echoed, my own body already responding to the promise in his gaze.
"Mmm." His hand slid down to cup my bottom, squeezing gently. "I told you, Mrs. Blackwood—I’ve been patient for months. Do you really think I’d be satisfied with just once?"
The heat in his eyes made my breath catch. "And here I thought the great Ryan Blackwood might need ti to recover," I teased, trailing my fingers down his chest.
His answering growl was playful as he rolled us over, pinning beneath him once more. "Let show you exactly how quickly I recover," he murmured, lowering his head to capture my lips in another searing kiss.
As his hands began their skilled exploration of my body once more, I surrendered completely to the passion between us, knowing with perfect certainty that this—this connection, this man—was exactly where I belonged.
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