Sweet Seduction Shield(90)

Three more times and I shattered. A noise building from the base of my throat and erupting out of my mouth, which Ryan caught in one smooth move, rising off the bed to wrap his lips around mine and sucking the sound back down. I shuddered above him, my body trembling with the release, bright lights blinding me for a brief moment and all breath long ago lost.

He'd made me come and he hadn't even sunk himself inside.

"Fucking brilliant," he rasped against my neck. "That was fucking amazing to watch."

My body offered one more shudder against his and he chuckled, enjoying the obvious total lack of control on my part. His erection jerked between us; the material of his underwear feeling decidedly wet and slightly sticky when I lifted myself up to catch a glimpse of that fantastic appendage. I admit, I might have been a little in awe of his cock, right then.

"Take them off," he husked, leaning back down on the bed and placing his hands behind his head in that typically masculine stance.

I offered a smirk of my own and pulled his now completely ruined trunks down his legs, letting his erection finally spring free. I threw the underwear over by my t-shirt on the floor and returned my eyes to his arousal. It bobbed a little under my gaze.

"Ride me, babe," Ryan purred. "Take everything I've got."

My eyes flicked back up to his face to see his expression. It was hungry, filled with lust, but there was an honesty there. The words meaning much more than just sex.

I crawled up his body, keeping my eyes locked to his, and reached for his cock. One stroke up and down. His lips parted, his hips rising off the bed. I tilted my head, watching him. Another stroke up and down, a squeeze of my hand at the base. A breath of air expelled on a sexy grunt.

I shuffled forward, positioned myself directly above him, and while I held his beautiful brown intense eyes with my own, I sank down, taking him all the way inside.

"Fuuuuck!" he exclaimed in a long harsh whisper. His hands coming down and clasping my hips, fingers digging in.

He rocked up meeting me off the bed, then retreated with a low moan. In the next instant he slammed back into me again, making my breath leave me in a rush of air. Another and another and then finally with shaking hands he lowered himself back to the bed, sucking in air, and closed his eyelids slowly. We sat like that silently for a few seconds, and then as though he had to make a conscious effort to do it, he removed his hands from my hips and returned them to beneath his head.

His eyes opened and pure lust stared back at me.

"I can't fucking help it," he rumbled. "You make me need so much." It was almost a plea.

"Then let me give it to you," I whispered, holding his hungry gaze.

He nodded his head. "Show me."

I started slowly, a rock of my hips, a lift of my pelvis, a roll and swirl when on my knees. Then stillness. All breaths silent. Then just when I saw him crack, his arms shaking with the need to move from behind his head, his hips starting to lift, I slammed back down again.

He lasted exactly four times on repeat.

Then came so violently he bit into my shoulder to stifle the cry. His arms wrapped around my waist, his cock buried to the hilt inside my hot centre, pumping his release in warm bursts of liquid ecstasy. His heart thundered through his chest, beating against my skin, sending thrilling shockwaves of adrenaline throughout my body.

We shuddered against each other, lost again, but anchored to the moment by touch.

Then he pulled back, sweat coating his forehead, and looked me in the eyes. One hand came up and brushed my hair from my face, then cupped the nape of my neck.

"Beautiful," he whispered, his eyes locked on mine, a connection between us that felt like it could never be broken, could never be found anywhere else.

I smiled. He smiled back.

And then he completely and utterly ruined everything, by saying...

"Marry me."





Chapter 26


And Then It Became Real

"Marie, talk to me."

It wasn't the first time Ryan had asked that. He'd tried last night, after we'd made, yet again, the most unbelievably fantastic love I'd ever had. And then gone and ruined it all by asking me to marry him.

Was he mad?

Yes, I'd fallen in love with him, in a ridiculously short period of time.

Yes, he'd obviously fallen in love with me, in that same ridiculously short period of time.

It wasn't the length of time that froze me though. Life is short. Danger lurks behind every corner. He and I know this. You grab what you can and hold on for dear life. No, the ridiculously short time frame was not the issue here. When you fall in love, you have no say on when it will happen. It just happens. And I am not the sort of person to think it couldn't happen in less than one week.

Love is not logical. It is not ordered nor can it be placed in a box. There are no set rules. For someone who thrives on order, who can only ever survive with set boundaries, and hard and fast rules, I'm surprised I've accepted the notion of loving Ryan so easily. But I feel it. Inside. It is like nothing I have ever felt before. And a part of me knows that it is not something I will ever feel again either.