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Evie’s pov
His lips crash onto mine with a desperation that steals the very breath straight out of my lungs.
It isn’t gentle.
It isn’t careful.
It is so desperately filled with hunger. A far more intense hunger than he had earlier in that spring.
My back presses against the door as his body cages mine in, the warmth of his body hugs against me deliciously. One of his hands cup at my jaw, the other sliding to the small of my back as if he was afraid I’ll disappear if he doesn’t hold on.
The softest of whimpers escapes me and Ryan shudders against my mouth as though the sound unravels him. I gasp out when his tongue sneaks in the warmth of my mouth and tangles with my own. His taste burst on my tongue, his groan slipping out of his throat.
His mouth moves against mine with a wildness that made heat curl between my thighs. It was like he’s been starving for this……. starving for me and every second, every moment he had denied himself of me….. has finally seem to snap.
Ryan’s fingers slide up and threads into the damp ends of my hair. “Oh Evie…” he breathes, his voice shaking as he kisses me again. But this time it’s slower but deeper….like he was trying to memorize me, mapping me, claiming me.
And I melt, drowning, unraveling the same way he had done beneath every brush of his lips.
“Ryan…” I whisper against his mouth in a plea. I am not even sure what I’m pleading for…..his closeness or relief from it. Because I knew he was not supposed to be in my room tonight but in hers. He was not suppose to be here. Tasting me, cradling
me so.
It was wrong…..yet……right.
“Ryan….,” I breathed, my fingers clutching to the front of his shirt like it anchored me. “We can-t-
“Please,” his voice pleads lips teasingly brushing my bottom lip tenderly before the tip of his tongue sneaks out and he traces it along my jawline.
“I need you tonight,” his pleading tone makes all the thoughts that told me we shouldn’t, go away. In this moment all my worries and fear goes away. I can only think about him and this feeling.
For now it’s just me and him.
Not him and her.
And I soak in the feeling because I might never get to have it again.
His breath shakes against my skin and his arm slide around my waist and in one move, he lifts me. I let out a sharp stunned exhale and let him lead me to the bed where he lay me down gently.
The mattress dips beneath my weight but dips even more when he settles on top of me, right between my legs. I gasp when I teel him hot and hard brushing against the throbbing flesh between my thighs.
Heat curls deep inside me and wetness pool between my legs. I knew this feeling all too well with him. It’s the feeling of need. Of desperate yearning for him to be connected to me in ways we have never before.
As his hardness press against my center, my thighs tremble by the mere friction. A hiss so low tumbles out of his throat and he presses against me harder.
“I can feel your heat,” he growls, pressing harder. “I can smell you baby,” he hisses.
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Baby….
The word made me pool between my legs even more. His lips find the curve of my neck and his sharp inhale made me shudder
He wanted me just as much as I wanted him.
“I want you so badly Evie I can’t even breathe,” he gasped, hips rocking forward as if he is desperate to remove the barriers between us and enter me.
I let out a stunned breath when the tip of his tongue darts out of his mouth to taste my skin. “I want to sink into your warmth,” he moans. “Be one with you.”
I clutch his shoulders, my nails digging into the skin. He doesn’t protest or flinch. Instead, his hips begin to rock in slow movements, his hardness rolling on my center deliciously.
“Evie,” he moans, his fingers digging into my sides. I arch my back off the bed, my breasts pressing against his chest.
“Please,” I begged as an unbearable fire coursed through me. I was afraid if he didn’t touch me and put out that fire between my legs then I’d burn to ashes beneath him.
Ryan lifts his head from between my neck, his eyes clashing with my own as I whisper. “Touch me Ryan,” my eyes flicker between his and his parted lips. “Please.”
“You’re mine tonight Evie.” He growled as he presses his lips once more on mine.
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