Her Maine Reaction

by Rebecca Gannon

  Laughing, I hit his chest playfully, and he reaches up and captures my hand with his, curling his fingers around mine. Raising my head, I rest my chin on his chest–my eyes meeting his. And it’s what I see there that makes the smile fade from my lips.

  Ryan’s eyes are serious, yet soft. They’re heated, yet muted.

  Taking my glass from my hand, he puts it down on the table.

  Slowly, he lowers his head until he’s just a breath away. My eyes flutter closed, and I can feel his lips right there, only a few millimeters separating us.

  There’s so much I want to say to him, and there’s so much I want him to say to me. But right now, it all flies out of my head, and all I can think about is his lips. And the second they touch mine, I’m gone. I’m lost.

  Gripping his hand tighter against his chest, I press into him, and kiss him back with an intensity I didn’t know I had. I can actually feel my veins coursing with fire, and my skin breaking out in goosebumps.

  Ryan pulls me on top of him so I’m straddling his hips, and I feel him there–right where I need him. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I roll my hips against his and we both moan into the kiss, his tongue sliding against mine. Heat licks at my skin, and I pull myself even closer against him.

  Ryan grows beneath me, and I grind into him, trying to relieve the ache that’s been building in me for months. One that only he can alleviate.

  Groaning, he tightens his grip on my hips and slides his hands down the sides of my thighs, and then back up and under my sweater–shuddering at the feeling of his hands on my bare skin.

  Lifting my sweater up and off of me, Ryan’s lips are back on mine in a millisecond. He kisses his way down my neck, raking his teeth across my flesh, his hot mouth searing my skin as he travels over my collar bone and down the valley of my breasts.

  His hands grip the lace band of my bralette and he practically tears it off of me, groaning at the sight of my naked breasts. Leaning forward, he captures my right nipple with his mouth and I throw my head back, a loud breathy sigh escaping my lips as I thrust my chest into his face further.

  Taking the other in his mouth, Ryan grazes his teeth over my hard, sensitive nipple, biting down. Gasping, I moan–long and low.

  “Ryan,” I choke out, breathing hard.

  Lifting his head, he kisses me hard on the lips and picks me up, shoving the coffee table away as he lays me down on the floor.

  My hands find their way to the hem of his t-shirt and slide them underneath to feel his smooth, tight abs. My fingers slide over the mounds, and Ryan’s muscles clench and flex under my touch.

  I love that he’s as affected by me as I am by him.

  Whipping his shirt over his head, I catch an eyeful of his bare chest and arms before he’s back on top of me and kissing his way up my neck.

  Squirming under him, his hands grip my hips as his lips sear mine with a bruising kiss. He slides his hand between us, and his fingers press against me through my leggings. Moaning, I lock my arms around his neck and buck my hips up into his touch.

  Finally.

  He pulls back, and I try and chase him with my mouth, but he’s moving off of me. Gripping the waistband of my leggings, Ryan pulls them down and off of me in a matter of two seconds, leaving me laid out before him. Naked.

  “You had nothing on under there this entire time?” He growls, staring down at me like he wants to eat me alive.

  I nod, and he grips me behind the knees, pulling my legs up and open–completely exposing me to him.

  With the fire next to us raging, Ryan pulls my knees towards him, my back sliding against the rug–the burn of it only heightening the heat I feel spreading out across my skin from everywhere he touches me.

  “I’m going to take you every way I’ve thought about for months, sweetheart. But first, I’m going to have you begging for me to be inside of you,” he murmurs in my ear. “And then I’m going to fill you so completely,” he groans out, shoving three fingers inside of me, a strangled scream torn from my throat as I arch off the floor, “you’ll never be the same.”

  I’m already never the same. He’s already ruined me.

  Pressing his thumb hard against my clit, he curls his fingers inside of me, and my eyes practically roll back into my head at the overload of sensations.

  Working in and out of me, I feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge of oblivion, but then he pulls away.

  “No!” I beg, my eyes flying open to find his.

  “I told you you’re going to have to beg, sweetheart.”

  Lightly, he circles my entrance with the tip of his finger, just teasing me. He slides a path up to my mound, circling me, barely touching me.

  I need more. I need everything.

  “Ryan.” I groan, trying to move my hips up to get him to press harder. But he just shakes his head and holds my hips down with his other hand.

  His eyes burn into mine as he continues to tease me ever so lightly. But I can’t take it. I can’t.

  Squeezing my eyes shut, my hands fist at my sides, and I try and convince myself that I can beat him at his own game. But I don’t think I can last much longer before I scream out for him to just fucking fuck me already.

  “You just have to say the words, Ashley, and I’ll give you everything, and more.”

  “No,” I say through clenched teeth, my eyes blazing up at him.

  Chuckling, Ryan just smiles his sexy little smile, and leans down so his face is only a few inches from mine. “You’re going to beg me, or you get nothing.” Circling my entrance over and over with the lightest of touches, my core clenches, squeezing, trying to get him closer. But he’s still too far away.

  Making another pass up to my tight bundle of nerves, Ryan flicks his finger over my clit, and I bite my lip trying to hold back my moan, but he just smiles like the devil over me.

  He knows what it would mean if I begged him. He knows I’d have to give up everything in me to him. He knows I’d have to relinquish all control to him. It’s what he wants, and he knows getting that from me, would mean he wins. He wants me to give up everything I know.

  The words are on the tip of my tongue. I want to give in. I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything, but it comes with the price of losing the control I’ve been clinging to with every fiber of my being.

  I don’t even know why I am, though. Something in me tells me to fight this with Ryan, but there’s also another part that’s telling me to give him any and everything he wants.

  It’s a battle of control, and I’ve never wanted to hand mine over to someone so badly before. But that doesn’t mean I’m doing it without a fight.

  “You’ll give in,” he taunts, circling my clit with the tip of his finger.

  “I don’t think so,” I say back, but my voice wavers–strained.

  Slamming his mouth down on mine, Ryan slowly sinks one finger inside of me, but he only goes in an inch or two before slowly removing it, and circling my entrance again.

  Whimpering into his mouth, Ryan nibbles on my bottom lip, and repeats the slow plunge of his finger inside of me. I clench my inner muscles, trying to suck him in, but he just retreats and circles me.

  No!

  Tears prick my eyes as his hot tongue licks over my bottom lip, and he sucks it between his.

  I don’t know if I can do this.

  I’m going to give in.

  I have to.

  When his finger goes inside of me for the third time–or maybe fourth, or fifth, I’ve lost count–I can’t hold back the low whimpering moan that escapes me.

  “Ryan, please. Please, I can’t take it anymore. I need you, all of you. Please,” I beg, my voice low, but forceful.

  Pulling away, my eyes fly open, thinking he’s finished, but I watch as he sheds his sweatpants.

  Holy shit.

  My eyes are glued to his enormously erect cock as he takes a condom out of the pocket of his pants and rips it open. Rolling it down his entire length, my body goes flush at t
he anticipation of having him inside of me.

  Settling back down between my legs, Ryan grips my hips, his eyes locked on mine, flaring with victory and a molten desire that’s all for me.

  “I knew you’d beg, sweetheart,” he says, pushing into me.

  Screaming out, my back arches off the floor as he fills me to the hilt with one thrust. It feels like I’m being split in two.

  Ryan doesn’t even give me time to adjust before he pulls out and thrusts back into me.

  Over and over, he pounds into me, my moans turning to screams.

  Each thrust causes my back to slide against the carpet, and I feel a burn forming, but I don’t care. I need him to keep going.

  “You’re so fucking tight.” He grunts out. “So fucking good.” His hands grip my hips to the point of pain, but I don’t care about that either.

  My breasts bounce and sway with every thrust, and Ryan captures one, sucking my nipple deep into his mouth. I feel the zing all the way to my core, and my inner walls start to flutter.

  “More, Ryan,” I moan out.

  Grunting against my breast, he tilts my hips up off the floor and starts to thrust into me even harder.

  I can’t take it.

  It’s too good.

  It’s too much.

  Moving over to my other breast, he sucks it deep into his mouth, and the pull in my body is even greater.

  When he bites down, my throat all but closes with the scream that’s torn from deep within me.

  I let go.

  I let everything go.

  My body breaks apart into a million pieces as I’m thrown over the edge into the abyss. Wave after wave flows through me, and over me. My eyes are pinched closed, and my mouth is open in a silent scream. Or maybe I am screaming, and I’m just deaf from them.

  It’s never been like this. I’ve never felt this.

  My body feels taken.

  It feels used in the best possible way.

  Ryan Taylor is going to break me in every conceivable way, but I think I’m going to love every fucking second of it.

  His grizzly groan hits my ears, and pierces through the haze that’s taken over me as he slams into me one final time. His body stills as his grip on my hips tightens to the point where I know there’ll be bruises. But I don’t care. I want him to mark me, and I want to be marked by him.

  We stay like this for a long while. It could be seconds, minutes, or hours for all I know, but we stay locked together.

  As my heartrate settles, and my breathing becomes more even, my eyes flutter open and find Ryan’s. His blue eyes are shining with something new, and they’re searching mine.

  There’s so much said and unsaid between us in this moment, and I have to close my eyes from the intensity.

  “No,” he whispers, brushing my cheek with the tips of his fingers. “Let me see you.”

  Opening my eyes, I find him searching mine again, and it feels like he can read every thought, and every emotion, running though me in this moment. It feels like he can see into the deepest parts of me.

  This is the vulnerability I’ve been avoiding for most of my life.

  Since my dad, I’ve held myself back from everyone. But with Ryan, he seems determined to figure me out, and that scares me more than I’d like to admit.

  His soft blue eyes are two deep pools of mystery that I can get lost in for hours. His emotions swirl in his eyes, and I find myself falling into them–mesmerized by what I see.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, brushing a few strands of hair away from my face, my heart thudding in my chest at his words.

  Reaching up, I softly trace his face with my finger–over his brow, down his temple, across his jaw, and around his sensuous lips. His eyes close briefly at my touch, and open again, even softer.

  “You’re so handsome, Ryan,” I confess, loving the small smile he gives me.

  “It’s about time you admitted that.”

  Smiling, I cup his cheek and lean up to kiss him. Our lips meet softly at first, but then he presses me back down to the floor and takes over.

  Sliding his tongue across the seam of my lips, I open for him immediately, and he dives in–sweeping, tasting, taking.

  I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down, needing to feel his weight on top of me. We’re still connected. He’s still inside of me, and I can feel him growing again–a sensation unlike any I’ve felt before. And it brings me a new sense of power, knowing that I’m the one who turns this man on. Even so soon after just having me.

  Kissing Ryan is like slow dancing under the stars on a warm summer night. That feeling of being seen, even when it’s dark, and knowing that he’s is right there to hold onto if I get lost.

  Cupping my neck, Ryan rubs his thumb across my jaw, slowly rocking in and out of me again.

  Every nerve ending in my body is still on high alert, and I feel everything. A low moan rumbles from deep within me, and Ryan swallows it, kissing me like he can’t get enough.

  My hands tighten around his neck, and I wrap my legs around his hips, giving myself to him.

  Breaking away, Ryan leans his forehead against mine, his ragged breaths mixing with mine as he pumps in and out of me. He continues to brush his thumb back and forth against my jaw, and my eyes flutter open to see his pools of blue already locked on mine.

  The slow burn builds and builds until my body explodes around him again, taking me by surprise. Falling, my neck arches up, and my lips brush Ryan’s as I moan out, squeezing him with every muscle I have inside of me.

  Ryan picks up the pace, pumping through my orgasm as he chases his own, and I feel another storm building in me.

  “Come with me,” he whispers against my lips, and I let go for a second time, my body on overdrive.

  My throat closes, and my mouth remains open in a silent plea against his.

  I’m never going to survive this time with Ryan if he continues to do this to me–if he continues to break me open and force me to give him all of me.

  Chapter 12

  I need air. Every breath I take seems to only make my throat close and my lungs constrict.

  I can’t stay here with him.

  Looking away from Ryan, I watch the flames dance in the fireplace. “Will you let me up?”

  “What’s wrong?” he asks, tilting my face back to his.

  “I just need–”

  “No.”

  “No?”

  “No. I’m not letting you run away.”

  I narrow my eyes. “Who said I’m running?” I fire back.

  “I can see it in your eyes. Talk to me.”

  “I’m fine.” But I know he sees through my lie.

  “Stop thinking so much.”

  Staring into his crystal blue eyes for the longest moment, I force a swallow despite my dry throat. “I can’t,” I whisper.

  “You can.”

  Closing my eyes, I take in a shaky breath, and when I open them again, I find Ryan’s have never wavered from mine. I feel his penetrating gaze all the way to my core.

  Kissing me long and slow, Ryan silences the questions, doubts, and fears swirling around my head.

  He pulls out of me, and I whimper at the loss.

  “Stay right here,” he says, standing and walking out of the room.

  My eyes lazily follow him until he’s out of my line of sight.

  Damn, his ass is fine.

  Returning a minute later with a damp washcloth, Ryan kneels, and gently wipes me clean. Glancing up, he flashes me a small smile, and kisses my inner thigh when he’s finished.

  He leaves again, and when he comes back, he picks his sweatpants up off the floor and pulls them on, covering up my spectacular view.

  “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he says, and my eyes flash up to his to see him wink. “You’ll see me naked again soon.”

  My lips twitch, fighting a smile. “I’ll hold you to that, sheriff.” Grabbing my sweater, I pull it over my head and tug it down so it covers everything
important, but still leaves my legs on full display. “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll be seeing it all again soon, too,” I tell him when I catch him staring.

  “I know.” He smiles, pouring us each a fresh glass of wine.

  “Thanks,” I say, taking the glass from him, and leaning back against the couch.

  Nodding, he takes a seat next to me, his arm almost touching mine as I sip my wine and watch the flames dance, trying to recover from what just happened. But I honestly don’t think I ever will. I can still feel him on me, and in me. And I know I’ll never forget it, or get enough of it.

  “What’s your favorite movie?”

  “Are you seriously asking me that?” I laugh lightly. We just had hot sex that rivals the fire in front of us, and he’s asking me about my favorite movie?

  I turn my head towards him, and he smiles. “Yes.”

  “Okay, then,” I say, tapping the rim of the wine glass against my bottom lip. “Jurassic Park.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes. Does that surprise you?”

  “Sort of.”

  “Why? A woman can’t have a thing for dinosaurs?”

  “Of course she can. I just didn’t peg you as a woman who did. But I love that movie, too. Now I know what we’ll be watching when the power comes back on.”

  “Oh my God, yes! Do you have it?” I ask excitedly.

  Laughing, he nods and takes a sip of wine. “I have all of them, including the new ones.”

  “A movie marathon it is, then. First thing when the power comes back on. Please, and thank you.” I smile sweetly.

  “Anything you want.”

  “Oh, anything? Well, then, I also want dessert,” I tell him. “To start with,” I add, biting my lip to keep from smiling too wide.

  Reaching out, Ryan runs a finger up my bare calf. “I’ll be right back.”

  Standing, he grabs the flashlight he left on the coffee table, and walks into the kitchen. Opening a few different cabinets, he grabs a variety of things I can’t see, and places it all on a tray.

  As he’s walking back, I chew on my lip, watching the flames lick light and shadows across his bare chest, abs, and arms. My God, he’s sculpted like a fucking warrior.

  It’s a sin that he looks so good.