She turned around and looped her arms up around his neck. “Are you sure about this?”
He had to chuckle. “Aren’t I supposed to ask you that?”
She shrugged. “I don’t see why. Why’s the big man supposed to know what he wants better than the poor, weak little female does?”
He had a feeling there was a clue in that question as to who she really was. But now wasn’t the time to ask. “I don’t think he’s supposed to know better or be stronger. I think it’s more that—if he’s a decent guy—he respects her and needs to know not just that she wants him, but that she feels safe with him and she trusts him.”
Those big blue eyes could lead him into all kinds of trouble. He knew it as she looked up at him and breathed. “I feel safe with you, Ryan, I want you … and I trust you.”
Damn!
He lowered his head, and she lifted her lips to meet his. His arm tightened around her waist, holding her soft willing body close to his. His other hand came up to cup her cheek as he ran his tongue over her bottom lip. The little moan she gave had him hard again and pressing against her as he deepened the kiss. She sagged against him, clinging to his shoulder with one arm while her other hand came up to stroke the back of his neck. It drove him wild. His hand moved down over her ass. It felt as good as it looked, round and full and rocking as she moved her hips in time with his. He hadn’t even known he was pressing himself into her, desperate for more.
She didn’t kiss him like he’d expected. It wasn’t wild and hungry; it was gentle and sweet. He’d expected a fellow competitor in some athletic sex games, but what he found was a warm, welcoming softness he just couldn’t get enough of. Much as he loved that ass, he brought both his hands up to cup her face as he leaned back to look into her eyes. They were open and honest and filled with desire. He nipped her lips and she nipped him back with a very feminine giggle that he wouldn’t have thought she was capable of.
“Who are you, Leanne Miller?”
She searched his face for a moment before giving him a sad smile. “What does it matter, Ryan Brady? I’m whoever you want to see me as. Isn’t that enough?”
He wanted to tell her that no, it wasn’t enough. He wanted to know more, wanted to know everything about her. But he couldn’t. She couldn’t know who he was. This, at least, made it fair. He lowered his head again and claimed her mouth in a kiss that he knew he’d never forget.
Chapter Five
Leanne felt as though she was spinning away from reality and she didn’t ever want to come back. She was lost in his kiss, in the way his arm felt around her, his hand in her hair, and his undeniable desire for her pressing into her belly. She wanted to take charge, to unbutton his shirt and get her hands on his hard chest—to unfasten his pants and get her hands on his hard cock. But how could she take charge of the situation when she wasn’t even in charge of herself? Ryan was the one in control here, and instead of resisting that, she was willingly surrendering to him.
Her hands moved over his back and shoulders but that was as much as she could do. She liked to be the one who directed a guy’s movements, whether it was kissing or screwing. She stayed in control and gave only as much as she chose. It wasn’t like that with Ryan. His mouth on hers, his hands moving over her, his big body pressing against her, everything about him was demanding that she give it up to him, and she gave herself willingly.
She was only vaguely aware of his hands unbuttoning her blouse. He pushed it back off her shoulders and she let it fall to the floor. She was used to guys ogling her breasts, and he was no different in that. There was an almost reverent look on his face as he closed his hands around them and teased her nipples through the lacy green fabric.
“I don’t mind telling you I’ve dreamed about these babies.”
She chuckled. “You have?”
He nodded solemnly.
“Do I dare to ask what happened in these dreams?”
He winked. “You can ask, but I think we’ll both enjoy it more if I show rather than tell.” He reached around to unhook her bra, but she shook her head.
“No?”
She laughed. “Don’t look so panicked. You’ll get to them, but I’m all about equality.” She started unbuttoning his shirt. “I don’t mind telling you that I’ve had the occasional dream about your chest, too.”
He grinned and tore his shirt open, sending buttons flying and making her laugh again as he shrugged out of it and threw it. “There, it’s all yours.” He closed his arms around her and hugged her against his now naked and very solid chest.
She looked up into his eyes as he unhooked her bra then slid the straps off her shoulders.
“If you’re into equality then you’d better get to licking and sucking because I intend to take my time with these babies.”
She sucked in a sharp breath as he slid his hands between them and circled her nipples with his thumbs. Then he dropped his hands to her waist and pulled her hips against his as he kissed his way down her throat. “Sorry,” he murmured. “You’ll have to take your turn later. You were too slow.” Sliding one arm around her waist, he tangled his other hand in her hair, pulling her head back as he lowered his to mouth her breasts.
The feel of his hot tongue on her taut nipples had her moaning and writhing. It felt so damned good. Even while he was tasting her, he was unzipping her skirt. It slid down over her hips and fell to the floor. He straightened up and took hold of her hands as she stepped out of it. The heat between her legs intensified as he stood back and looked her over. He looked ready to devour her.
Then his expression changed so quickly it took her breath away. He was frowning now; he looked almost angry. It made her want to bring her hands up to cover herself.
“What?”
When he met her gaze there was no mistaking the suspicion in his eyes, but she had no clue what it was about.
“Is this a setup?”
“What?” Her hands came up to cover her breasts. Standing almost naked before him had felt so good just moments ago, but now she felt exposed and vulnerable—something she spent most of her life avoiding.
He shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. “Tell me the truth, Leanne. Did you know that Dan was going to set us up like this?”
“No!” She glared at him. “Why? … What? … What just happened here, Ryan?” She looked around for her blouse. She wanted it back and she wanted to get out of here. She took a step toward where it lay on the floor, but he caught her arm and pulled her to him. She stiffened, fight or flight ready to kick in in full force. But she wasn’t stupid. He was too big to fight and there was no viable flight—unless she wanted to run out into the street in just her thong and heels. She chose the third and only viable option. She froze.
His expression was gentle as he tugged her wrist. He was inviting—not forcing—her to come to him. She stared back into his eyes, still frozen and unsure of what he was doing and what she wanted. He decided it for her when he smiled.