by E. K. Blair
“Ryan, we should stop.”
“Why?” He says this without taking his lips off of me.
“Because your mom is about to leave, and you should go spend a little time with her before she goes.”
He lets out a sexy groan and pulls away. “Okay, but I’m not done with you,” he says as he starts to walk away.
I give the two of them some alone time to visit while I start unpacking my new purchases. After hanging up my new dresses in Ryan’s closet, I put my new bottle of perfume on the bathroom counter. When I look around his room and see my things, it makes me happy to be sharing this space with him, but it also reminds me that I’m not at home with Kimber. I’ve been so wrapped up in Ryan these past few weeks that I haven’t thought much about her, but now I wonder. Wonder how she’s feeling about everything, wonder if she’s mad that I left again, wonder if I can mend this fracture between us.
“Candace,” Ryan hollers from downstairs.
“Coming,” I say, and when I get to the door where Donna is standing with her bags, I suddenly feel a twinge of sadness creep over me. A part of me doesn’t want her to leave. She’s become someone special to me, and having her near brings a peace that I’ve been missing all my life.
I don’t say anything when I reach her, I just let her hug me, and when I feel the tears puddle in my eyes, I pull back. When she sees my sadness, her face pains. I blink, and the tears roll down my cheeks.
“Dear,” she says softly before pulling me back into her arms, and I feel Ryan’s supportive hand on my back.
“Come see me, okay?”
When I let go of her, I nod my head, not able to speak around the knot in my throat. Ryan wraps his arms around me from behind, and I lean back into him.
“When is your next break?”
Ryan answers for me, knowing that I don’t like to talk when I get like this. “She has the last two weeks of this month off before her last quarter.”
Looking at me, she says, “You and Ryan come visit, okay?”
As I nod my head, she picks up her bags, and Ryan says, “Mom, let me take those out for you.”
“That’s okay. I’ve got it. Stay in here with her.”
“Thanks for coming, Mom. Call me when you get home.”
“I will, and call me when you find out about the solo.”
“We will,” he responds.
When the door closes, Ryan turns me around in his arms and holds me until I can compose myself enough to pull away.
Cupping my head in his hands, I look up at him when he asks, “You okay, babe?”
“I hate that she lives so far away. I really like having her around.”
Wiping my tears with the pads of his thumbs, he says, “I know you do. We’ll go visit her when you’re on your break.”
I rest my head back against his chest, and I take a moment before saying, “My parents never even called me.”
He runs his hand up the back of my head and grips me close when I add, “I mean . . . I knew they wouldn’t, but it still hurts.”
“I know it does.”
I inhale a deep breath and let it out when he says, “Come on, let’s go grab something to eat before we go to the campus.”
“Sounds good. Give me a few minutes to freshen up?”
“Of course.”
We have a long lunch at Eastlake Bar and Grill before driving to UW. We park and walk to Meany Theater. Walking up, I can see a crowd of fellow dancers walking inside to see if their name is one of the two that will be listed. I feel the butterflies in my stomach and turn to Ryan, “Can we just go for a walk first?”
“What? Don’t you want to find out if you got it?”
“Yeah, but not around everyone else.”
Holding my hand, he turns the other direction. By the time we walk through the quad and back to the theater, the crowd has dissipated, and we walk inside. My palms start to sweat when I see the white sheet of paper taped to the wall. When I step closer, I let out a loud sigh in disbelief. Shaking my head, I turn to Ryan and say, “I can’t believe it.”
“Believe it.”
My rapid breathing slowly turns into laughter, and I sling my arms around Ryan’s neck as he picks me up. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I squeal out, “I really can’t believe it!”
Looking up at me, he smiles, wide and gorgeous. I lean my head down and kiss him, but it doesn’t last long with my excitement. When I look up, I see Ms. Emerson and Sergej walk through a set of double doors. I jump out of Ryan’s arms and try to reel in my emotions, but I can’t seem to wipe the cheesy smile off my face.
When they walk past me, Ms. Emerson stops to face me. I notice a small twitch in the corner of her mouth as she gives a slight nod of her head before turning and walking out the door. Spinning around to Ryan, I can’t contain myself, and I cover my face with my hands as I feel a weight being lifted from my chest that I never knew was there.
“Come over here,” Ryan says, and I walk to him, straight into his embrace. “You’re amazing, you know that?”
Looking up at him, I confess, “Because of you.”
“No, babe. It’s all you.”
Today has been a mixture of emotions, and after I finish brushing my teeth, Ryan slides his arms around my waist from behind and starts kissing my neck. We watch each other in the reflection of the mirror, and when I turn around to face him, he picks me up and sets me on the edge of the sink. Tilting my head back to look up at him, he says, “You’re fuckin’ gorgeous.”
He makes me laugh as he leans down to kiss me. My legs wrap around his waist, and I twine my fingers in his hair when he picks me up. When we fall into bed, he trails his kisses down my neck, and my body starts to shiver. He slowly pulls back and gazes down at me with an intensity burning in his eyes. Sliding my hand up his chest, I wrap it around his neck and pull him back to me.
Our kisses are slow and with a passion I haven’t felt before. I thrust my tongue into his mouth and taste him, throwing myself into our kiss. His arms band tightly around me, and I’ve never felt so safe. My mind blurs, and I begin to lose myself in his touch.
When he lifts my back off the bed, I’m barely thinking when I pull off my top as he lets out a low groan. Lowering me back down, he shifts his hips between my legs and drags his head down to my breasts.
We’ve never moved quite like this before, but a part of me doesn’t want to stop. What I feel for this man is more than I ever thought I was capable of feeling. For a while, I thought I would never truly laugh again, but with Ryan, I’m my happiest. He gives me what I have been desperate for. Feeling him on my fingertips is enough to take me over, and I now want more.
Dragging his mouth from me, he pants, “We should stop.”
I’m not sure I want to though. I know I will never love anyone the way I love him; he’s all I want.
“Don’t.”
“Babe,” he says in heavy breath, searching my face.
When I look up in his eyes, I see all I ever want to see. He loves me in a way I never thought I could be loved.
“I don’t want you to stop.”
“I need you to talk to me.”
I can tell he’s unsure, I see it in his face.
“I don’t want to stop tonight.”
He closes his eyes and drops his head to mine. “Please tell me this is okay.” When I nod my head against his, he says, “I need to hear you say it, babe.”
Cupping his face in my hands, I say, “It’s okay. I want this, with you, I just . . . I don’t know if I can.”
There is a worry in his eyes that I don’t want him to have. Although I’m scared, I know I want him.
I take his hand with my trembling one and place it back on my breast and whisper, “Just touch me.”
He leans down and kisses me, long and slow while he slides his hand underneath my bra strap and slips it off my shoulder. I’ve never taken my clothes off in front of him before, and I f
eel the anxiety pool in my belly as he slides the other strap down, kissing my bare shoulder along the way. Pulling the fabric down, my pulse quickens, and in a moment of nervousness I confess, “I’m scared. I’ve never . . .”
Sweeping my hair back, he assures me, “It’s just you and me. You’re all I’ll ever want.”
He wraps his arms around me and unhooks my bra, dropping it on the floor. When he looks down at me, he sees my scar.
“He bit me,” I say on a hush.
I hate that I have Jack’s mark on my breast. It torments me to look at. It surprises me when Ryan leans down and kisses the scar.
“God, you’re perfect,” he breathes against my skin.
He drags his kisses down my stomach then sits back on his heels. Taking my hand in his, he places it over his scar on the side of his ribs. With words unspoken, I hear what he’s telling me. We’re both still alive, together, and we’re okay. Brushing his scar with my thumb, I bring my hands to his stomach, feeling his defined lines under my touch as my fingers slide up, around his neck, and tangle into his hair. I pull him down and lose myself in him.
My legs begin to quiver when he hooks his thumbs inside the waistband of my pants. He strokes his knuckles across my belly before gently tugging down. When I lift my hips, he pulls off my pants and underwear, tossing them aside. I watch as he removes his pants, and when we are both naked, he lowers himself back on me and my whole body is trembling. He pulls the covers over us, and I start to wonder if maybe I can’t do this. I want to, but I’m so scared. I have nothing good to associate with this, and I’m not sure I can.
Holding himself up on his elbows, he says, “Babe, you’re shaking.”
“What if I can’t do this?”
“Then we stop.”
Nodding my head, I am filled with nerves.
“We’ll move as slow as you need. You just tell me when to stop.”
“I don’t want you to stop.”
Giving me a smile, he leans down and kisses me. I wrap my arms around his neck and part my lips for him. He slides his tongue across my lower lip before he dips it into my mouth. We meld together as I run my hands down his neck and over his chest. His muscles are hard and cut beneath my hands, and I’ve never really taken my time to explore him until now. He’s a lot larger than me, and I feel tiny underneath him, sheltered. I take my lips from him, skimming them across his tattooed covered shoulder to his neck.
I need him when he grazes his hand over my breast and takes me in his mouth. I let out a soft moan when he slides his tongue over my nipple and gently sucks. My body heats, and I arch myself into him.
“Ryan,” I breathe out.
He drags his damp lips up my neck before saying, “You sure?”
When I say yes, he takes a moment to make sure we’re safe and protected. Resting his forehead against mine, he says, “Tell me that you want this, that you want me.”
And when I say, “I want you to make love to me,” he reaches down and slowly starts to push into me. I tense up at the touch, having never experienced it in this way.
He pulls back slightly and says, “Are you okay?”
I nod my head and whisper, “Yeah,” before he continues to ease himself inside of me. Letting out a gasp of breath, he drops his head in the crook of my neck.
“Fuck, you feel so good, babe.”
My legs are tense around his hips as he holds himself in me. Clenching my eyes shut, I can feel the few tears that have escaped and are rolling down the sides of my face. Tears of nerves and tears of overwhelming love.
“Open your eyes, Candace. Look at me.”
“Don’t make me look,” I softly plead. I’m afraid if I watch him, it will remind me too much of watching Jack. I’m scared.
“Baby, please open your eyes. I need you to be here with me. It’s only me.”
When I cautiously open them, I can see the concern in his eyes.
I focus on him and gradually begin to soften myself into him and relax. He takes his time as he starts to gently move inside of me. The room begins to fill with our soft moans and breaths of pleasure, never taking our eyes off of each other. He wraps me up in his strong arms, and I cling my hands around him as we slowly move together.
“God, I love you,” he sighs.
I lean my head up to kiss him, needing more of him. “I love you,” I whisper against his lips.
He’s all around me, and my breathing grows heavy as the air thickens.
He takes my hand and laces his fingers with mine, holding on tightly to each other as he pushes himself deeper inside of me. Grabbing behind my knee, he pulls my leg up around him then runs his hand up my thigh, gripping onto my hip. I’m overcome with the closeness I feel with him on top of me, with him inside of me.
I push my hips against his hold, needing to move with him. Letting go, he runs his hand up my side and into my hair, threading, and gently grabbing. The pleasure he gives me runs from my thighs through my core and up my chest where my heart is enduring most of the intensity. I can no longer keep my eyes open when I begin to feel a swarm of sensations deep inside. I realize I’ve never felt this before, and my legs clench apprehensively to his hips.
“Relax, babe.”
I hang on tightly around his neck as the feeling begins to build. When my hand jerks in his, he says, “Open your eyes. Stay with me.”
They flutter open, and I see the want in his gaze. His face is heated and flushed, and when a whimper escapes me, my breath catches.
“Baby, let go for me.”
` I lock my eyes with his as I fall and begin to shudder beneath him, giving him every piece of me as the intense pleasure radiates through my body. I feel myself pulse and tighten around him as he buries his head in my neck, grunting my name, and I feel his release.
Wrapping my legs tightly around him, I try desperately to hold back the tears that are threatening. I’m completely overwhelmed with emotions. To me, that was my first time. He’s what I have always needed. Being with him like this, together in this special place that only we share, I know I’ll never love anyone the way I love him.
When our breathing slows, he lifts his head, and brushes my hair back. I can feel the tears roll down my temples.
“God, baby, what’s wrong?” he asks, as he brushes my tears away with his thumb.
I shake my head to let him know I’m okay. When I’m finally able to speak, I hand my heart over to him and bare, “Being with you . . . that’s all I want.”
Dropping his head to mine, he confesses softly, “You’re the only one I’ve ever done that with. You’re the only one I’ve ever made love to.”
And with that, I pull his lips back to mine.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Waking up, I am wrapped up in Ryan. Last night was incredible, being with Ryan in a way I never thought I could. I gave him all of me and have left myself entirely vulnerable to him. When he tells me he will never leave me, I believe him.
I gently ease my way out of his hold, careful not to wake him. I find my clothes that are strewn across the floor and quickly slide them on before walking to the bathroom. Brushing my teeth, I notice a necklace on the counter between the two sinks as I rinse the toothpaste out of my mouth. When I turn off the faucet, I pick up the thin, delicate silver chain that has a flat bar that horizontally connects the chain together. I see that the bar is etched with tiny letters that scribe: And though she be but little, she is fierce.
He had to have lain this here last night after I feel asleep, because I would have noticed it yesterday. Carrying the necklace in my hand, I open the door and see Ryan awake in bed.
He smiles at me when I hold up the necklace. “What’s this?”
“Well, it’s definitely not a birthday gift, because that was two days ago.”
I can’t help but laugh as I slip back into bed with him.
“I love it,” I say as I hand it to him so that he can clasp it around my neck.
When he does, he crawls over me, forcing me down
on my back. He drops soft kisses along my collarbone and back up my neck to my ear where he whispers, “Do you know how beautiful you are?”
“Mmmm,” I softy moan.
“You were amazing last night.”
Tangling my hands in his messy hair, I enjoy the shivers he sends through my body as he licks and kisses me while peeling off my clothes.
Last night was a first for me, and I know Ryan was being cautious, but lying here with him now, I am calm under his touch. I know he senses it, and when he removes my pants, he softly nips his way up my thigh. I watch as he makes his way up my stomach, and when he peeks up at me, I grab his face and pull him up to my lips.
He must have already been awake when I woke up because I can taste the mint when I slide my tongue over his. When I graze my teeth across his lip, he pulls back and says, “All I want is you, every fuckin’ piece.”
I melt into him and give him myself. We take our time now that my nerves are more settled and get to know each other in a whole new way. Ryan’s lovemaking is slow and intent and when we can’t hold on any longer, we lose ourselves entirely to each other.
Being curled up with Ryan in his sheets, I’ve never felt more secure. Folded up in his arms, we stay in bed for the rest of the morning.
Ryan went into work this afternoon to take care of some things so that he could stay home tonight. While he’s gone, I drive over to Jase’s place to hang out for a while. I know I need to tell him everything that’s happened since seeing him the other night. When I get there, Mark is there too.
“Hey, what’s up?” Jase says from the kitchen.
“Not much. I’m so glad you’re home. Ryan had to go into work for a few hours, and I had nothing to do.”
“Is he not working tonight?” Mark asks.
“No, he’s taking the night off to hang out at the loft.”
“So . . .?” Jase hints.
“What?”
“You never called. Did you get the solo?”
“Oh! God, I’m sorry I forgot to call. Yes, I got it!”
“That’s awesome!” Mark says, and when Jase walks in the living room with beers for all of us, he sets them on the coffee table before giving me a hug. “Congratulations, sweetie.”