She straightens herself. Presses her palms into the counter to keep her balance.
I bring my free hand to her chest. Toy with her nipple as I fuck her with my fingers.
Her breath hitches in her throat.
Her fingers dig into the counter.
She's almost there.
And, fuck, I need her there. I need her groan. I need her bliss.
She was right. I would move the stars for her. I will. I'll do whatever the fuck it takes.
I'll do anything for Leigh.
But, right now, I need to make her come.
I keep a steady pace, driving two fingers into her slick cunt as I roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
"Ryan. Fuck." Her head tilts to the right. Her eyelids flutter closed.
With the next thrust of my fingers, she comes.
Her cunt pulses around me.
Her groans run together.
Her legs shake against her shorts.
"Please." Her breath stays heavy with need. "Fuck me."
I unzip my jeans. Let them fall to my knees. "Come here." I peel her body off the counter. Hold it against mine.
She groans as her back sinks into my chest.
I move her to the right. Press her against the wall. Toss my t-shirt over my head. "Hands above you."
Her palms go flat against the wall.
I bring my hands to her hips. Hold her in place as I drive into her with one steady thrust.
Fuck.
She feels good.
Like home.
"Ryan." She arches her back to drive me deeper.
I wrap my arm around her shoulders. Hold her body against mine as I pin her to the wall.
She cushions her head with her arms. Turns toward me. "Kiss me."
I do.
She sucks on my top lip.
I scrape my teeth against her bottom lip.
My tongue slides into her mouth. Dances with hers.
I kiss her hard and deep. Claim her mouth as I'm claiming her cunt.
She pulls back with a sigh. Turns to the wall. "Fuck me."
It feels so fucking good just being inside her. I want to stay like this forever. I want to die like this.
I take my sweet, sweet time pulling almost all the way out of her.
I fill her with slow, deep thrusts. I feel every fucking inch of her. Then I do it again.
Again.
Again.
Her toes squeeze the hardwood.
Her groans fill the room.
"Harder," she breathes.
My fingers dig into her hips.
I hold her in place as I thrust harder.
"Fuck," she groans. "Don't stop."
Like hell.
I fill her with steady strokes.
She rocks her hips to meet me.
We fall into a rhythm. I guide her cunt over my cock as I drive into her.
My body takes over.
I move faster. Harder.
My nails dig into her skin.
A groan falls off my lips. "Leighton. Fuck."
"Come for me." She rises onto her tiptoes, arching her back, driving me deeper. "Come inside me."
Fuck.
The need in her voice pushes me over the edge.
With my next thrust, I come.
My cock pulses as I fill her.
I thrust through my orgasm, spilling every drop.
Pleasure overtakes me. Every molecule of my body feels good. Every molecule of my body is tuned to her.
Relaxation washes over me. But I'm not finished. No matter how spent I am.
I slide my hand between her legs. Rub her clit with my index finger.
"Mmm. Ryan." She reaches back. Her palm plants on my ass. Her nails dig into my skin.
"Say it again."
She groans my name a little louder.
I find the spot where she needs me and I rub her harder.
Her eyelids press together.
Her teeth sink into her lip.
A few more brushes of my hand and she's there.
I rub her through her orgasm, reveling in the way she groans my name as she comes.
Reveling in the way her breath hitches and her nails sink into my skin.
When she's spent, she collapses.
I wrap my arms around her, carry her to the bed, lay her down.
She looks up at me with a dreamy smile. Pats the spot next to her.
This time I climb in next to her.
I lose myself in her arms.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Leighton
Our night is easy. After dinner and work and a perfect 90s romantic comedy, we crawl into my bed. Fall asleep pressed a tangled mess of limbs and breath.
I wake before him. Dress in my workout gear. Put on sunscreen.
Even with my sunglasses, it's bright outside. I walk the path to the sidewalk.
When my foot hits the pavement, I pick up my pace. I run the two miles to the beach, take in the sight of the deep blue ocean rolling into the soft sand, turn, run back.
Heat rises. Sweat drips from my pores. My hair sticks to my cheeks and forehead.
Clarity eludes me.
I'm buzzing with endorphins when I get back to my apartment.
It's enough to convince me this is okay.
He freaked out about his ex while I was naked on his bed. I can deal with that.
He didn't even freak out. He asked to change locations. It's a completely reasonable request. Even if it's been a year. Even if there's no way to convince myself it means he isn't over her.
All right.
It's not okay.
But I'll get to it being okay. Somehow.
I unlock the door. Step inside. The ocean breeze blows between the windows. But that does nothing to cool me down.
Ryan is sitting at my dining table in his glasses.
Only his glasses.
Mmm.
My worries fade. I forget I'm leaving the shop. I forget he's something with his ex. I forget he isn't all mine.
He smiles. "We're both off today."
"Are we?" I ask.
He nods. "How do you feel about being fucked so thoroughly you can't walk straight?"
My cheeks flush. "I can live with that."
"I need a better yes than that, baby."
"Yes, please."
His lips press into a wicked smile. "Come here."
"I'm a sweaty mess."
"I like it." He motions come here again.
I do.
And he makes good on his word.
For three days, everything is perfect.
Ryan and I laugh at work. We spend our evenings running together then designing side by side—covers for me, tattoo mock-ups for him. We fall asleep watching movies on his couch.
We sleep in his bed.
I barely think about how Penny used to sleep in it.
I barely think about our Thursday morning flight to Hawaii.
Or her Sunday at sunset ceremony.
Until we pack and drive to the airport and get through LAX's typical hellish security line.
And it's the only thing on my mind.
The Hawaiian Airlines logo might as well say Penny still owns his heart.
First class is amazing. Plush leather seats. Plenty of leg room. The quiet that comes only with people who are too rich to bother with small talk.
Ryan leans back in his seat. Intertwines his fingers with mine.
I squeeze his hand. "How much did this cost?"
"Less than you'd think."
I shake my head. "Rich people talk."
His laugh lights up his piercing blue eyes. "Yeah. What's it to you?"