“You’re…”
“Ryan fucking James. And this is my girlfriend, Isabelle. The one that you just tried to hook up with.”
He’s breathing hard as his eyes level with the mans.
I think that I’m in even more shock than the boring man from Nevada is.
I doubt that he’s in shock over hearing that I have a boyfriend, which I actually do not.
He’s more in shock over the fact that I would be Ryan James girlfriend. Which again, I am not.
“Alright. Let’s go.” I grab my purse off of the bar top and hop off of my seat.
I grab onto Ryan’s elbow, trying to ignore the stares of every damn person in this bar, whose eyes are all focused directly on us.
I stomp towards the door and fling it open, before marching across the hotel foyer towards the elevator.
“Isabelle,” Ryan calls out to me, but I totally ignore him. The elevator door pings open and I step inside. Ryan follows right behind me.
I continue to ignore him.
The doors close, and he takes a step towards me, backing me right into the corner.
“What in the hell is the matter with you?” I nearly scream, but he doesn’t move. His eyes only darken.
“Did you want to fuck that guy?” His voice is low, and his eyes stare hard into mine.
“What?”
“Did you want to fuck that guy?” he repeats, his voice staying steady.
“That’s none of your business. What does it matter to you, anyways? I’m just your booty call.”
I match his glare.
“You’ve got it so fucking wrong.”
“I’m pretty sure that I have it right. What is this, anyways? Big shot Ryan James can’t stand to have a woman not fall at his feet?”
“Answer me, Isabelle. Did you want to fuck that guy?”
This guy has got a lot of nerve.
Does he think that because we screwed up and had sex a few times that I’m suddenly not allowed to ever sleep with anyone else again?
I mean, not that I was planning on hooking up with that man at the bar, but still.
He has no right.
“You’re a pig.” I glare at him.
“Did you want to fuck that guy?” he asks again, taking another step towards me. I try to take a step back, but I have nowhere to go.
I’m literally stuck.
His arms reach out, as he braces himself against the elevator walls, steadily caging me in.
I swallow hard as I look up, my eyes finally meeting his.
I shouldn’t have looked into his eyes, because the look in them is hard to ignore.
“Answer the fucking question, Isabelle.” He forces out through clenched teeth. “I need you to fucking answer.”
“No.” I finally manage to say, as my heart begins to race in my chest.
“Damn right, you didn’t.”
In an instant, his mouth crashes onto mine, and I’m lifted and set onto the handrail.
His hands grip hard on my thighs, as he spreads my legs wide.
A long, slow moan leaves my mouth as his lips move down to my neck, licking and sucking me hard.
His hands move up my thighs before jerking my panties to the side. His finger trails my sex only for a second, before he slides his finger inside of me, causing his name to leave my mouth.
“Ryan. I’m not going to keep doing this with you.”
My willpower isn’t really in it, though.
My brain is screaming no, but my body is saying hell yes.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He completely ignores my statement, as he slides his finger back inside of me.
“So fucking perfect.”
“Ryan,” I hiss, as his hip move towards me and his finger circles my clit.
I’m no longer trying to fight him.
There’s just no use.
“We’re in an elevator. Anyone could see us.”
Even as the words are leaving my mouth, my hips are continuing to thrust towards him. My fingers are digging into his arm, and his name is a continued chant rolling off of my tongue.
“Good,” he grumbles, reaching towards the elevator pad with his one free hand and hitting stop.
“Then everyone can see that you’re mine.”
Mine.
That one single word washes over me, making me dizzy.
“Seeing that guy all over you? Fuck.” He drops to his knees below me.
“That made me fucking crazy.”
His mouth is on me suddenly, and I have to grip onto the handrail that my ass is resting on in order to keep myself upright.
My dress falls over his head, but it wouldn’t hide the fact that his mouth is definitely there…
Anyone would be able to see that Ryan James mouth is on me, licking and biting me, causing me to cry out for him.
“Mine,” he repeats, as my hips thrust against him, desperate for a release.
“Oh god,” I moan, as his tongue slides inside of me. The sensation of it all is way too much to take.
Suddenly, I’m spinning in space, every nerve ending in my body on fire, as his tongue glides over my folds and his teeth settle against my clit.
“Ryan,” I cry, as his hand reaches up and grabs onto my ass.
“Come for me, baby,” he hisses against me. “Come right fucking now.”
As if on command, I do. I lose myself as my hips thrust one last time against his face.
The scruff of his beard and that damn tongue of his totally do me in.
I lose my grip on the bar, falling forward into his arms right as the elevator door pings open.
He lifts me with ease, but I’m hardly paying attention to anything as he carries me down the hallway and towards the door to our room.
He kicks the door shut behind him, and in one swoop reaches for the hem of my dress, pulling it off of me and tossing it onto the floor.
I’m back in his arms in a split second and pressed up against the door.
This may be my new favorite way to get fucked.
He drops his pants, and I hear the distinct rip of the foil packet before I feel him at my entrance.
“Tell me that you want me, Isabelle.” He growls, before pressing just the tip of his length inside of me.
“Fucking say it.”
“I want you,” I cry out, desperate to feel all of him inside of me.
“Tell me that you’re mine.” He pushes a little farther inside of me, making me whimper.
“Ryan, please,” I beg him, trying to press myself onto him.
“You’re mine,” he repeats. “All that bullshit that you think is going on? Fuck. I want you, Isabelle. I’ve fucking wanted you to be mine since day one. You’re not a booty call to me, baby. You’re everything to me. Every fucking thing. Tell me that you feel the same way. I need to hear you say it.”
I blink as he pauses.
My eyes lock with his, and I see him. I see a man who is just as desperate to feel me as I am to feel him. I see the need in his eyes, but I also see the caution there.
He’s worried, just like I am.
Worried that saying the words is going to cause things to explode between us.
Except I think that we’re already there.
My body feels like a ticking time bomb, ready to blow at any time.
And regardless of the fact that this is crazy…I still need to feel him. I need him.
Now.
“I feel it. I want you. I want this.” I squeeze his arms. “And there is no one else, Ryan. Just you.”
As the words leave my mouth, he thrusts inside of me, causing all of the air to leave my lungs.
His hand reaches up and grips into my hair, as he thrusts hard inside of me.
His mouth moves all over my skin in a frenzy, licking and sucking me everywhere, as his hips thrust hard against me.
“Fuck, baby.”
I feel myself building again as I clamp down around him.
He cries out my name, as my nails
dig so hard into his skin that I draw blood.
It only makes him grip me harder, and then, I lose myself to him, screaming out his name, as he follows me right down.
Chapter Eighteen
Ryan
I wrap Isabelle into my arms, pulling her warm, naked body against mine, holding her as tightly as I can get her without getting back inside of her.
“Are you ok?” I whisper against her neck, as I trail lazy kisses up to her cheek.
“Yes,” she moans softly, her hands resting against my chest.
“I’m sorry if I was rough with you,” I tell her, letting my hands trail along the soft skin of her back. “I never want to be that rough with you. I just got caught up in the moment.”
“Please, don’t apologize for that.”
Her head tilts back and her eyes slowly lift to mine.
“I liked it.”
Her teeth fly to her lip, and my dick instantly starts to harden again.
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying hard
We both barely got any sleep last night. We’d make love, and then drift off, only to find ourselves back together multiple times throughout the night.
My heart feels full, and as I hold Isabelle in my arms, everything seems to be right in the world.
If only this feeling would stick around.
Her head falls back against my chest ,and she exhales softly, and her eyes flutter shut.
I keep her wrapped up in my arms as I drift back off, dreaming of just how damn right she is for me.
I roll over and reach out for Isabelle, my eyes snapping open when I realize that the bed is empty.
I glance around the bedroom, but she’s gone.
Even her dress from last night is no longer crumpled up on my floor.
I throw on a pair of gym shorts before standing up and stretching.
Every muscle in my body aches from the night long workout that we had, but the ache is a welcome one.
My body isn’t used to making love all night long, and spending the night wrapped around a woman. But dammit all if the feeling isn’t fucking fabulous.
I head out of my bedroom and begin to search for the woman who abandoned me.
I find her in her bathroom, in the shower. Judging by the rumpled covers on her own bed, I’m certain that not only did she climb out of my bed at some point, she did it to get back in to her own.
I can’t say that I love that knowledge.
I peak inside of the shower, letting my eyes feast on her naked body.
The soap runs down her tan skin, over her curves, to a place that I am certain would give heaven a run for its money.
She turns around, spotting me, and screams.
“Ryan! Oh my god, what are you doing in here?”
“The better question is, what are you doing in here without me?”
“What?” Her arms cross over her chest, covering up her breasts as she takes a step back in the shower. Her eyes widen as I drop my shorts and step inside.
“What are you doing?” she hisses, as her eyes frantically snap up to mine.
“Ryan…”
“I’m showering with my girl.”
“I’m not your…”
“Come again?”
My eyes flame as they fly up to meet hers. I hold her gaze and move towards her, grabbing ahold of her waist and pulling her against me.
“I just mean, well, I really don’t know what we are.”
My face softens at the look of confusion on hers.
“I thought that we went over this last night.”
“We didn’t exactly do a lot of talking.”
“Some things don’t need to be said, baby. But maybe this does. I’ve been holding back from you for a long time now, and I don’t want to do that anymore. I have feelings for you, Isabelle. You’re fucking perfect for me, and I’m not going to pretend anymore that letting you in doesn’t make sense.”
She squeezes her eyes shut and turns her head away from me.
“Ryan, we barely know each other!”
“I know how to make you come from barely touching you.” I move closer to her and her eyes darken.
“Ok, but…”
“I know that you are the sweetest fucking woman that I have ever met, and that you have more goodness in this little finger than most women do in their entire body.”
I bring her hand to my mouth, before licking her pinky finger and then sucking on it.
Her eyes dilate as they focus on her hand in my mouth, and I can’t help but to smile.
“I know that you consume my every fucking though, Isabelle. I know that being without you for the last few days has been awful.”
“Ryan.” Her voice softens. “You can’t really mean that.”
“Why are you having such a hard time believing everything that I say? I mean it, baby. I mean every damn word.”
I lift her chin with my finger, forcing her to look at me.
“I’m crazy about you, Isabelle Mendez. Yes, there are a lot of things that we don’t know about each other, but I like that. I want to get to know you, and I want to continue having fun while I do that. Making love to you is my kind of fun.”
Her breath catches at my words, and honestly, they surprise me a bit too.
Yet, I mean them.
“You may not like me once you get to know me. I’ve got a lot of baggage. I’m pretty broken.”
“Then let me fix you.” I whisper, before brushing my lips softly against hers. “Let me be the guy who makes it better for you. I want to be that guy.”
“You’re the kind of guy that I should be avoiding. I mean, look at all of the temptation that you face. Honestly, it scares me to open up to you.”
“No woman could be more tempting than you.”
My hand drops but our eyes stay locked. I take a step back, just far enough to grab the bottle of shower gel, squeezing some onto my hands.
As I reach for her, I watch as all of the air leaves her lungs, and as my hands trail along her skin, her eyes close.
Her head falls back, and she moans as my hands caress her stomach.
She leans back against the shower wall, as my hands move up towards her breasts.
“Ryan,” she pleads, as I massage the soap into her skin.
“So beautiful,” I whisper, as I trace her nipple, making her cry out.
I pull my hands back just long enough to apply more gel, before sinking to my knees and slowly washing her legs.
Little sounds leave her mouth as I wash her feet, before stroking up her legs. Her breathing increases, and the little sounds become much louder as I work my way up.
I rise slowly, before cupping her and gently caressing her folds.
She cries out for me as I wrap my free arm around her waist and pull us both under the faucet. Water beats down on my back as she grips my shoulders. My lips make a trail down her neck as the soap pools around our feet.
In the next second, she grabs my face, pulling me towards her, and mashing her lips onto mine.
A growl leaves me as her tongue glides inside of my mouth, and then, I can’t wait any longer.
I grab underneath her ass, lifting her and leaning her against the shower wall. I reach down, checking once to make sure that she’s ready for me, before grabbing myself and sliding inside of her.
She screams out for me, digging her nails all over my body, making every nerve ending in my body fire all while my heart slowly loses itself to the woman in my arms.
And by the time that we finally make it out of the shower, I’m certain that I will never get my heart back from Isabelle.
“Listen, baby.” I sigh before running my hand through my hair.
“I fucked up again, today.”
Isabelle glances up from where she stands, in front of the bathroom vanity with a concerned look.
“Oh yeah? How so?”
I can’t even believe that I’m having to tell her this, because it’s the second fucking time I’ve had to say it.
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p; “I forgot to put on a condom when we were in the shower.”
I didn’t exactly forget, which is the scariest part. I knew that I didn’t have one on when I slid inside of her sweet ass little body, yet, I couldn’t bring myself to stop.
That’s just how crazy she makes me.
“Oh.” Her eyes widen. “Ok.”
“I’m clean.” I rush on. “I know that I’ve already told you this, but I swear to god, I am. I even have the email to prove it to you.”
Fuck me.
I’ve always been a no glove, no love kind of guy. And now, even more so, after the shit storm that Audra has caused in my life.
She has officially wrecked my trust in all women, and I fucking hate that.
“Oh.” Isabelle nods. “It’s fine, Ryan. I already told you, I’m good in that department. I can’t get pregnant, but if you would feel better about things, I’ll take that pill again.”
“No, that’s ok. You can’t get pregnant because you’re on birth control, right?”
Is it my imagination, or does Isabelle pause for a moment too long?
She finally nods, before turning back to the mirror, but the look on her face fills me with unease.
It was a simple, immediate answer.
If she’s on birth control, it would have been a yes. If she’s not, a no. What did she need to think about?
“You’re certain that you’re up to date on your shots, or whatever it is that you take?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Ok, because, I mean, I can have my agent drop off Plan B again.”
She shudders.
“Honestly, I’d rather not, because then we are going to look incredibly irresponsible. But if it would make you feel better, like I said, I’ll take the pill.”
“No. If you’re sure that you’re good, then I trust you.”
At least, I’m trying to trust her.
“I’m sure. You don’t have to worry about me being some crazy woman, trying to have your baby. I don’t want kids anyways.”
Her words catch me off guard, and I almost ask her to repeat herself.
She strikes me as the kind of woman who would want a hundred kids, plus, she’s so damn good with Isaac. She would make an excellent mother.
“Seriously?”
She nods.
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