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Ryan licks my arousal, tasting it from his lips with a proud smile and a slap of my ass. “My favorite kind of mess.”
“Physical touch,” I exhale, somehow finding the strength to speak.
“What was that?”
“Physical touch. I think your love language might be physical touch.”
He blows out a sexy laugh. “Yeah, baby, I think you might be right.”
His hooded eyes roam my body, and with that appreciative stare, I feel no need to hide. Truthfully, I’ve never felt the need to hide with Ryan Shay. Since the first day I got here, I’ve been unapologetically myself.
He stands at the end of the bed, palms coasting over my thighs.
“How’s it feeling?” I nod towards his leg.
“Ind, you’re still dripping, and you’re worried about my knee?”
“Who said I was asking about your knee?”
An impressive little smirk tugs on his lip. “If you’re referring to my knee, it’s all right. If you’re talking about my dick, it’s painfully hard.”
Sitting up on the edge of the bed, I keep my legs open around him. A single hand takes my face, fingers pushing into my hair as he tilts my chin up and kisses me, letting me taste myself on his lips.
He moans into me. “I fucking love kissing you.”
I sweep my tongue into his mouth, swallowing his noises.
While we’re occupied, I fiddle with the belt on his pants. My fingers graze the dusting of hair above his waistband and Ryan’s stomach tightens from my touch.
Inhaling sharply, he pulls his lips away, resting his head on mine and looking down at my explorative fingers.
“Tell me what you want, Ind.”
I run a palm over him, through his pants.
“Use your words, Blue.”
“I want it.”
“Where?”
“In my mouth.”
“Mmm,” he hums a satisfied noise, pushing my hair out of the way. “Then take it out and show me what you can do.”
He unclasps his belt quickly, and as soon as his pants hit the floor, my fingers are in his waistband pulling down his boxer briefs and freeing his cock.
He winces when he has to stand using only his injured leg to get them past his ankles.
“Ryan, sit down for me.” I nod towards the chair in the corner of his room.
A small flash of relief washes over him. I know he’s trying to be in the moment. I know he wants to be in control, but he’s also in pain.
Ryan takes a seat, leaning back, one arm resting on the top of the chair. His legs are sprawled out as if he were a king waiting to get his cock sucked, and in my mind, he is.
God, he’s beautiful. All man. All mine. Thick legs, cut arms, shadows showcasing the concaves of his stomach muscles. He’s big and smooth and hard and I’ve never wanted anyone more.
When my gaze finally makes it to his, he takes his lower lip between his teeth, smirking. “What are you looking at?” He wraps a fist around his cock, stroking it a few times.
