Page 56 of My So-Called Perfect Life

I grab a few towels from the bathroom as soon as we’re inside my place. I toss one to Ryan, and we start wiping the raindrops from our hair and faces.

“I had a really great time,” I tell him as I run the towel down my ponytail.

“Me too.”

He watches my every move as I remove the hat from my head and unbutton my wet jersey, exposing the matching blue tank underneath that is clinging to my body.

“What?” I ask as his jaw clenches, and his eyes smolder with desire. I might even cock a hip to the side, knowing that he is picturing me without my clothes. I’m not sure where this coyness comes from, but I’m positive it has something to do with knowing how good this man can make my body feel.

He drops the towel on the floor and steps closer, closing the space between us. His large hand tightly grips my hip, and he pulls me into him, looming over me like a giant.

God, this man makes me feel so small.

He leans down, his breath ghosting over my lips as he speaks, “I know I should try to be a gentleman and at least have a drink before I ravage your body, but it’s all I’ve been thinking about doing since that first night we had together.”

I don’t know why I feel the need to poke the very testosterone-filled bear in front of me, but something tells me that it will be worth it. “We could’ve already had round two, but you left me all alone that night.”

His hand slips down to my ass and grabs my cheek, squeezing it. “I was going to come back. The entire time I was downstairs, helping Roxy, I was thinking about all the ways I could make you cry my name again.”

I raise an eyebrow. “And what did you come up with?”

He growls and nips my bottom lip. “You’re about to find out.”

God, yes,I think to myself as his hands leave my lower body and delve into my hair.

His fingers thread through the long locks and pull. My mouth opens on a gasp, and his kiss consumes me. I can taste the beer on his breath and smell the faint scent of his cologne as his tongue sweeps over mine in a dance of lust and yearning.

His chest heaves, and my lips tingle as he pulls back. “Christ, Danielle. Where’s your bedroom?”

“End of the hall.”

My heart beats so fast inside my chest that I wonder if he can hear it as he picks me up by my ass and carries me down the hall.

He stops alongside my bed. “I think it’s time we got out of these wet clothes, don’t you?” he asks as he places me on my feet.

Stepping back, he pulls his shirt over his head and reveals that impeccable chest. Even in the dark, with only the hall light brightening our way, I can see the vivid colors of his tattoos. My eyes don’t know where to look or focus as I want to take him all in. Truthfully, I never thought I’d be in the position with this man again, and I thought I’d have to enjoy him only in my memories.

He stands in front of me in only athletic shorts and sneakers, and I swear, I think I could come just from looking at him.

“It’d be so much more fun if you let me touch you though.”

I groan. “I said that out loud, didn’t I?”

He chuckles and nods before stepping closer. He drags his finger across my collarbone and down to my cleavage. “Do you want me to touch you, Danielle?”

My lady parts quiver as I remember what it feels like to be touched by him. “Yes, please.”

“Where?” he asks and then leans down and kisses the same path as his finger. His lips press against the swell of my breast.

“Everywhere.”

It only takes a few seconds for me to shrug off the jersey and pull my tank over my head. I pop the button of my shorts as Ryan toes off his sneakers and removes his shorts and socks.

His black boxers are seriously tented as he looks me up and down while I stand in my bra and panties.

“You and your sexy lingerie,” he groans, gripping his dick in his hand.

I might have dressed with this moment in mind earlier today. I picked out a royal-blue lace bra and matching thong that I figured he would appreciate if we got to this point.