“Why?” I gasped, shaking my head in an attempt to clear it of the fog his closeness and my near-nakedness were causing. “Why would you kill him? He didn’t do anything wrong.”
“He clothed you. Touched you. He wants to take my Nova from me.” Ryan tangled his hand in my hair, wrapping the long strands around his wrist and pulling tight until my head was angled back—not enough to hurt, but exposing my neck to him. He skimmed his nose up and down, breathing me in over and over again, like he couldn’t get enough of my scent. “He made you laugh. That precious sound is for my ears only, and you let him hear it.”
“Ryan,” I moaned, his words only making the ache more painful. I squirmed on his lap, trying to hide the fact that my panties were soaked. But as I did, my ass rubbed over something thick and hard, causing him to groan as if he were in physical pain. “Oh my God,” I whispered, meeting his glazed-over gaze as realization hit me. “Ryan?”
“I am about to do something I swore I wouldn’t do until you were eighteen, my heart,” he muttered, the tip of his tongue licking up the side of my neck, tasting me as I had wanted to taste him only a handful of minutes before. “But not even a saint could withstand this agony that you have built inside me.”
24
Ryan
The taste of her skin was sweeter than I’d ever allowed myself to imagine. The first shot of it on my tongue made me ravenous. Every plan I’d ever made for us vanished as she rubbed her ass over my throbbing cock, making the poor fucker leak onto the inside of my thigh until there was a damp spot from the thick stickiness.
But that one wet spot was nothing compared to how saturated Nova was making the rest of my lap. The scent of her arousal hit me, adding fuel to the inferno already blazing miles high inside me. I tasted her skin from the base of her neck to the corner of her mouth, needing her lips on mine, but knowing it would be the end of what little common sense I still desperately held on to.
“Baby,” I breathed against her cheek as I stroked my hand up the inside of her right thigh, coating my fingers in her need that was smeared across her delicate skin. “You’re so wet for me.”
“R-Ryan,” she moaned, turning her head in search of my mouth. “Please.”
That strangled plea was my undoing. My mouth fused to hers, my tongue dipping inside to taste all of my little angel in our first kiss. First not just for us as a couple, but a first for either of us, ever. I’d known she was my future from the moment she’d snuggled against me and said she wanted to marry me when she was just three years old. Every first I had to give was hers, and I had held on to them all. Waiting until she was ready.
She thrust her fingers into my hair, pulling me closer, deepening the kiss until we were one breath. She tried to take control, but I tightened my hand in her hair, letting her know I needed to be in total control of every aspect when it came to her.
I pulled back, licking at her bottom lip as I looked down at her. With her fingers combing through my hair, her chest was now exposed to my starved eyes. She was completely bare except for the tiny scrap of silk covering her pussy, and it was so wet I could see the outline of her lower lips. Her next breath was shuddery, making her tits bounce, practically begging me to taste her cherry-colored nipples.
Rubbing my fingers through the cream on her thighs, I smeared it over her right nipple and then lowered my head, sucking that hard nub against the roof of my mouth. The taste of her need for me exploded on my taste buds, and I sucked harder, needing every last trace of it.
Every drop was mine.
Just as she was.
Her nails scraped over my scalp, holding me against her even as she whimpered that it was too much. Growling, I released her hair and lifted her off my lap. Laying her across the bench seat, I spread her legs with my knees and cupped her pussy. “Yes!” she cried. “Yes, Ryan. Please, please, please.”
“Please what, my heart?” I gritted out as I lifted my head, meeting her lust-filled green eyes. “Tell me.”
“Make me come,” she pleaded.
I lowered my head again, ready to destroy the last piece of cloth separating me from what was mine and mine alone, but her hands grabbed my arms, stopping me. “Wait.”
“No more waiting,” I snapped and started pulling my tie free. “Waiting has only made you angry with me. And I can’t handle this shit anymore, Nova. I need you. All of you.”
Reaching up, she cupped the side of my face. “Ryan, look at me.” I looked down at her spread out on the seat, her thighs quivering, her pulse beating erratically at the base of her throat. She was so fucking beautiful, it hurt to breathe as I took all of her in. Laid out beneath me. Mine for the taking. “Can’t you see you already have all of me?”
My heart jumped into my throat.
“You always have,” she whispered, stroking her fingers down my throat in a butterfly-soft caress. “I’ve just been so scared that I would lose you if I told you.”
“Never,” I rasped. “We were always meant to be together. From the first time I set eyes on you, I knew I would never be able to live without you. I hadn’t anticipated wanting you this much, however. It threw a wrench in the plan.”
“What plan?” she asked, but her curiosity seemed more focused on unbuttoning my shirt. With every inch of my chest she exposed, she traced her fingertips over each muscle, making it difficult to think past making the pain deep inside both of us disappear. The light brush of her skin over mine felt like a million little electrical zaps that buzzed along each nerve and straight to my cock, making it pulse and stretch my right pants leg, testing the strength of the inner seam.
“To always be together,” I choked out. “As soon as you turn eighteen, we’ll get married and—”
She slapped her hand over my mouth, cutting me off, her eyes wider than I’d ever seen them before. “Excuse me?” Her voice came out strangled. “Did you say ‘get married’?”
I pressed a kiss into her palm and nodded.
“And when did you decide this?”
Carefully, I pulled her hand away from my mouth. “Do you remember when you had that ear infection the first summer you came for vacation at my house?”
She scrunched up her brow. “Vaguely, maybe? I mean, I was three.”
“After the doctor came in to examine you and the adults were talking, you were all cuddled in my arms. You said you wanted to marry me. Because I took care of you like your dad took care of your mom.” That moment was burned into my brain, the defining moment when I’d realized exactly what my future held. And I’d been on a mission to make it happen ever since. “We are so close, my heart. Less than a year from now, I will make it happen.”
“Ryan…” She gave a soft laugh, shaking her blond head, no longer trying to divest me of my shirt. “That’s insane. That was just an innocent fantasy I had when I was still practically a toddler.”
My heart stopped, my blood turning cold and sluggish in my veins. Hands shaking, I tipped her chin up, locking our gazes. “Are you saying you don’t want to be with me forever, Nova?”
“No, no, no, no!” She shook her head frantically. “I’m not saying that. I want nothing more than to be with you forever. To be yours forever, Ryan.”