by Kendall Ryan
“I know, babe, and we’ll go as slow as you need,” I said. “Take as long as you want. I’m not going anywhere. Well, actually I am.”
I picked her up, hiked up her dress, and wrapped her legs around my waist. She smiled at me.
Fuck, I loved her smile.
“I’m going to take you to bed,” I said and carried her into my bedroom. This was where I’d wanted her all along. Not in the backseat of a car or on the floor of my gym, but right here with me. Where she belonged.
Her arms clung to my neck and she kissed me, moving her lips gently over mine. It had only been a few days since the fight and my face was still cut up and bruised, but I met her kisses with my own, opening her lips and brushing my tongue against hers. Her breathing intensified, and she grappled with the hem of my T-shirt, tugging at it.
I reluctantly set her down on the bed and helped her take off my shirt. Her gaze moved over my body in a hungry way that I loved. She could devour me with just a look. She undid my pants, pulling them down, and looked up at me with questioning eyes.
“What?” I asked.
“I’d push you down on the bed at this point and jump you, but I don’t want you to hurt your hand.” She bit her lip and smiled innocently.
“Where do you want me?” I growled.
“Lie back on the bed, please.”
I did as she asked and she followed me, crawling up the bed and taking me in her mouth. Her eyes locked on mine as she sucked and licked my cock, taking it in like a champ, stroking the base with her hands. I brushed her hair out of her face, and resisted the urge to tangle my fists up in her hair as she brought me close to the edge.
Goddamn, that felt good.
“Kenzie,” I growled.
She pulled away.
“I have to take care of you, babe. I need you to come for me.” I moved to undo her dress.
“Careful,” she warned. “Your hand is still healing.” She pulled my splinted hand away and unzipped her dress, slipping out of it, then joined me on the bed.
“Down,” she said and pushed me back so I was lying down once again.
I chuckled and let her mount me. Her legs straddled me and her warm eyes locked on mine. I slipped my arm around her waist and positioned her over my throbbing cock, then brushed against her opening.
She gasped and arched her back. I loved watching her get off. Her eyes opened and locked back onto mine. “Ian,” she gasped and leaned down, kissing me gently with soft lips. As she kissed me, she brushed her wet folds over my rock-hard cock, then eased herself down onto me.
“Kenzie,” I moaned. I pushed up into her as she grabbed my body, pulling me deeper inside her. She was hot, wet, and tight. She moved slowly at first, but when she clenched her inner muscles, I almost came for her right then. “Easy,” I reminded her.
She smiled coyly but slowed down enough for me to get my shit together, then worked faster. As she rode me, her beautiful tits bounced above me and I cupped them in my hands, pinching her nipples with my fingers. Her walls started to spasm almost immediately.
“Ian,” she cried as she came. Her walls tightened around me as she pumped up and down. I met her thrusts, and seeing her come apart, I was so turned on that I came with her. We clung to each other as our heartbeats raced together.
When we came down, she lay down next to me, curling up next to me, and looked up at me with her beautiful sleepy eyes and smiled lazily.
“Move in with me.” I couldn’t help myself, prodding one last time, forgetting my promise to go slow with her.
She smiled and paused only for a moment. “Okay.”
“Really?” I said. “You’re not just saying that because I rocked your world in bed, are you?”
She chuckled and playfully punched my arm. “Is that a bad reason to want to move in with you?” She paused. “Ever since the night we met, I’ve known I wanted to be a part of your life. Even on the days it was torture to be near you in the gym, so close yet so far away from having you. The harder I fought against it, the stronger my need to be with you grew. I’ve come to realize there really is no fighting it. So yes, I want to move in with you. Because I’m done fighting this. I’m ready to admit to myself that wherever you are, that’s home.”
Kenzie was finally where she belonged, and I couldn’t be any fucking happier. Even if I never got to fight another fight in my life.
Acknowledgments
I would like to thank the fans and readers of Hard to Love, one of my bestselling books of all time, for repeatedly asking for a follow-up. Without you, Reckless Love would not have been born. Watching Ian–that sweet, stubborn, alpha male–fight for his shot at love was too much fun for this novel not to exist. So, thank you.
My deep gratitude to Liz Hellebuyck for your help with this novel. I’m grateful for your eyes, ears and plotting expertise. Danielle Sanchez, thank you for being an amazing publicist, and continually striving for new ways to help me share my books with the world. Thanks to Diva and Andy for your expert insight into the world of MMA. Any inaccuracies in the story’s portrayal of the sport are due to artistic license. Pam Berehulke of Bulletproof Editing, you are a wonder. Your skills are tremendous, and I learn more every time I work with you. Thank you for your guidance.
A hearty thank you to my agent Jane Dystel and foreign agent Lauren Abramo for your hard work in placing my books in bookstores around the world, and helping to guide my writing career with a steady hand and sound advice. Helen Williams of All Booked Out, my cover designer, you get and accept my level of crazy. Yay! I appreciate your attention to detail and creativity. To my readers, fans and followers. You make this all possible and I am so incredibly grateful to you.
To my husband, John, for always believing in me. You never waver. Never falter. And there is just something so incredibly comforting in that. Thank you for being my rock.
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Other Titles by Kendall Ryan
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Unravel Me
Make Me Yours
Resisting Her
Hard to Love
The Impact of You
Working It
Craving Him
All or Nothing
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Table of Contents
About the Book
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Twenty-One
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Thirty-Nine
Forty
Forty-One
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Forty-Four
Forty-Five
Forty-Six
Forty-Seven
Forty-Eight
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
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