Not Damaged(21)

Fingers shaking, she breezed past him to go to her room.

Love? Was she in love with Ryan? No answer met her inner question, not that she was expecting any.

One week couldn’t determine her feelings. Shaking her head, she opened the wardrobe door, grabbing her office suit, a pair of flat shoes along with a dress for tomorrow. Staring at the bag of new underwear she settled on a blue satin pair then some shoes to go with it. Ryan leaned against the doorframe watching her.

“I can see the outline of your thong,” he said. She looked up to see his dark gaze piercing her.#p#分页标题#e#

“Do you want me to change?”

“Don’t even think about it. Tonight I get to undress you and I intend to remove that thong with my teeth.”

He offered her a hand. Grabbing the case, she placed her palm against his. Ryan took her luggage and together they walked downstairs, once outside she locked up her front door. She left one light on to detract burglars.

Seated in his car minutes later, Ryan drove her out of the city.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“I’m taking you to my country house. My penthouse suite is too formal where I arrange all my business meetings. Our day together has to be where I’m most comfortable. You’re not business, you’re total pleasure.” He squeezed her hand before navigating traffic.

She expected something garish and scary for his country home. When he pulled up beside the house, she was surprised by how modest it looked. They were surrounded by conifer trees, which helped to hide the main building from passers-by.

“I got this place for a bargain over five years ago,” he said, climbing out of the car.

“Do you live here all the time?”

“Yes. When it’s really late I stay at my penthouse apartment but I try to get back here most times. Some nights I don’t want to drive to far. Come on, I’ll show you around.” He opened the front door.

The scent of lavender hit her straight away.

“Do you have a lot of gardens?” she asked.

“No, I got this place for the lack of upkeep. I don’t want to keep hiring gardeners or staff. In the summer I buzz over the lawn and that’s all I need to do.” He switched on the hallway light. “This is the living room. Behind the closed door is my office. If I need to work but don’t feel like going to the city I do everything in there.” He opened the door and turned on the light.

Books lined all walls with a comfortable chair and sofa in the center. Near the windows a large oak desk sat with a full plush chair behind it.

“See, nothing special.” He switched off the office light before leading her through a small dining room into a large kitchen. "My mom comes and cooks for me some times. My parents are away on a cruise right now, living it up. I’m sure you’ll meet them very soon. You’re the kitchen expert, what do you think?”

“Do you cook?” she asked.

“A little. I wouldn’t hold out on my holding a dinner party.”

“Denise really wants to meet you,” she said, thinking about her friend at work. “I don’t know why I just said that.”

“Well, what do you think?” he asked, running his fingers up and down the counter.

“I love it. It’s large. You’ve seen my kitchen, it’s very pokey.” Modern gadgets dotted the far counter.

“Now you’ve got all the mod cons to go with the kitchen. I forgot to tell you, you’d be cooking tomorrow.” He smiled as she couldn’t contain the squeal of excitement.

“Thank you.” She wrapped her arms around him, kissing his cheek then lips.

“If I knew this’d get you crazy I’d have given you a kitchen sooner.” The teasing tone warmed his voice.

“You’re so bad.” He made her feel so relaxed in her own skin.

The air between them changed becoming charged. She started into his eyes, resting her head against his.

His hands went to her thighs and started to gather up her dress. In one smooth move, he lifted her onto the counter, claiming her lips at the same time.

Moaning, she sank her fingers into his hair as he rubbed his cock between her thighs. The dress far enough up her body for her to move tighter to him. Crying out, she opened her lips, giving him the opportunity to slide his tongue inside.#p#分页标题#e#

Ryan took full advantage, kissing her deeply.

“Fuck, you taste so sweet.” He lifted her up, carrying her out of the kitchen then toward the stairs.

“Stop, I’m too heavy,” she said, pressing a hand to his chest.

“You’re not.” Ryan squeezed her ass. “You’re fucking perfect.”