Page 63 of My So-Called Perfect Life

The girl in me preens at his words.

“What else have you been fibbing about?”

“Hmm.” He taps his chin. “Well, definitely not how happy I am that you came by tonight. Definitely not about how much I can’t wait to get you home. And definitely not about all the naughty things I’ve wanted to do to you since I met you.”

His words ignite the throbbing between my thighs.

I can’t resist the urge to tease him. I love the way he enjoys it and the way it fuels him. “I’m just glad you were able to find my clit. Let’s hope you can find it again.”

“Keep it up, Dani Girl.” His voice is thick and full of promise. “We’re only three blocks from my place.”

His hand finds the back of my neck, and the pads of his fingers graze the sensitive spot just under my hairline. Goosebumps break out across my skin, and a little shiver dances down my spine. The barest touch on my neck has my nipples hardening.

“Thank God.”

I can feel his chuckle deep in my womb.

Christ, it’s like he has a direct line to everything that turns me on.

The cab stops on a corner in front of a tall high-rise. Ryan pays the fare, and we get out. The anticipation grows as we cross the small lobby to the elevators.

My heart hammers in my chest as the car stops, and the doors slide open on Ryan’s floor.

“Relax, Danielle,” Ryan says, grabbing my hand and guiding me down the hall. “I can feel the anxiousness rolling off you, but I promise, in less than ten minutes, all you’ll be able to think about is screaming my name.”

Yeah, that only makes my heart beat faster. In a good way. The things that Ryan can do to me are unparalleled to the way anyone else has made me feel. Not that there were many. This whole sexual-tension thing is new to me. While it excites me, it also terrifies me, which makes me anxious.

Ryan’s place is similar to how I pictured it. Kind of bachelor pad-ish but neat enough. He’s definitely a minimalist. Not much hangs on the walls. There’re a few family photos and a muted piece of abstract art.

His walls are gray, and his couch is black. A big screen takes up one of the walls, and what looks like an autographed bat hangs above it.

He really likes his baseball.

As I finish my appraisal of his space, I find Ryan leaning against the wall, just watching me, taking in me being in his space.

I drop my bag on the floor next to the couch and saunter over to him with a sexy sway I didn’t know I had. When I see Ryan looking at me with desire, it makes me feel confident, makes me comfortable. It empowers me to be sexy.

I run my fingernail down the front of his shirt. “Do I get a proper tour of the bedroom?”

A fire blazes in the blue of Ryan’s eyes. “You’re going to meet the wall, the bed, and maybe even the floor intimately. The things I plan to do to you will forever link you to those walls and the way your screams of pleasure bounce off each of them will be permanently entered into my spank bank.”

Is it possible to come from just words? Because I’m pretty sure, with another string of filthy promises from his lips, I’ll come right here in the entryway. Screw the bedroom.

“Now, please,” I beg. “I’d like to start the tour now.”

Ryan growls as he bends and tosses me over his shoulder like a rag doll. “I hope you don’t plan on walking tomorrow.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Ryan

“Hi.” I smile at Daniellewhen she opens her apartment door. “Are you ready to go?”

She returns my smile with a grin of her own. “I think so. Am I dressed okay for whatever you have planned?”

There’s this little restaurant/bar downtown that I want to take Danielle to, but I haven’t told her anything about it. I texted her earlier and told her to wear something comfortable.

I scan her converse sneakers, jeans, and black crop top appreciatively before nodding. “You look great.” Her hair is tied back in a bun at the nape of her neck and she has in long dangling earrings. She looks perfect for Amigos.