Page 17 of My So-Called Perfect Life

He winks. “Nobody is going to mind. Just try not to scream too loudly. We don’t want the customers downstairs to complain.”

“I sincerely hope you can live up to all these promises,” I say as he opens the door to our little love nest for the next couple of hours. “I’ve already been seriously let down this weekend. I wouldn’t want to lose all my faith in men and their ability to tell the truth.”

“Sweetheart, the only thing that’s going to be let down tonight is your inhibitions.”

He tugs me into the room and closes the door with my back as he pushes me up against it and takes my mouth. The cool metal of the door is a stark comparison to the firestorm blazing between my legs as Ryan plunders my mouth with his tongue. He devours me as he tastes every inch of my mouth.

My hands delve into the dark hair slicked back on the top of his head that only he and David Beckham can pull off. He nips my bottom lip as I scrape my fingernails over his scalp. His fingers slip into my hair, and he pulls, tilting my head back as he moves down from my mouth to my neck, kissing, licking, and nibbling.

I swear, the muscles in my vagina quiver as he sucks my earlobe into his mouth, and his free hand slips under my dress until he reaches my breast and flicks my nipple with his thumb.

My moan is low and throaty, and I want more.

Ryan groans, and my dress is up and over my head before I can form a thought that doesn’t involve his mouth on every part of my body.

His pupils dilate, and the blue of his irises darken as he stares at me.

“Jesus,” he mutters more to himself than me.

His eyes traverse my now-mostly-naked body as if I’m unclaimed, unexplored territory he can’t wait to conquer. “Do you always walk around in sexy lingerie?”

I look down at the barely-there white lace panties that match the beautiful bralette. “I was supposed to be moving. Everything, except my luggage for the honeymoon, is boxed up.”

“You bought this to wear for him on your honeymoon?”

I nod.

“That man is a fucking moron,” he proclaims before he pounces on me like a lion on his prey.

His kiss is hard and punishing as his hands roam all over my body. My skin feels ablaze with an intense heat as he trails his lips down from my mouth to my neck to the valley of my breasts. His hands snake behind me, and he unclasps the thin lace covering my chest.

“Perfect,” he praises as his thumbs caress the swell of my breasts.

Things feel a little uneven as I stand before him in just my panties, and Ryan is still fully clothed.

Reaching out, I grip the hem of his T-shirt and tug. “Off.”

He reaches back and pulls his shirt off over his head in true hot-guy style. His chest is gorgeous, and I rake my eyes over his tanned skin. There’s a smattering of chest hair in the middle of his pecs. His abs are impeccably defined but not overly done and covered in a thin trail of hair that disappears into his jeans.

I don’t get much time to look at the intricate tattoo of what seems to be some kind of dragon decorating his arm as he steps back into me, his bare skin now touching mine, setting off sparks underneath my overheated flesh.

This man has synapses of mine firing that have never fired before.

And he hasn’t even truly touched me yet.

“Are you ready, sweetheart?” he asks as his finger slips under the wisp of my panties. The rough pad of his fingertip brushes my clit, and I jump. “Because I think I’ve found your clit. I didn’t even need a map.”

I want to punch him and kiss him at the same time. “Well, now that you’ve found it, let’s see if you know what to do with it.”

His growl reverberates off the walls as he grips the crotch of my panties and yanks them off. The skin around my hips stings as he pinches my clit between his fingers, rubbing it between the calloused pads.

An intense kind of pleasure—one that’s new to me—courses through me as my head lolls back. I moan, and Ryan chortles.

“It gets better, baby.”

He drops to his knees and tosses my leg over his shoulder. His tongue sweeps through my slit, and I have to grab on to his shoulder to keep me steady.

“Holy shit.”