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"It's just an old family recipe," I murmur, my cheeks flushing under his intense gaze.
Ryan moves closer, his movements fluid and purposeful, like a predator stalking its prey. He plucks a dish towel from the counter, his broad shoulders brushing against mine as he steps beside me. "Let me help you clean up.”
We wipe down the counters and put away the utensils. As I start to rinse the dishes, Ryan's hand closes over mine, his fingers interlacing with my own. The warmth of his skin sends a thrill up my arm. He doesn't let go, even as we reach for the same plate, our hands colliding in a deliberate dance of provocation. My breath hitches as he leans in, his breath fanning across my cheek, the whisper of a promise.
"Ryan," I whisper, my voice barely audible. It's a plea and a warning all wrapped into one. We're in his family's home, in the heart of their domain. Someone could walk in at any time. Yet, the danger of discovery only stokes the fire within me.
His lips graze the shell of my ear, his words a barely-there murmur. "I know, Jenna. But I can't help myself when I'm near you." His confession is a low growl that sends a cascade of goosebumps down my spine.
He spins me around to face him, his intense stare devouring me. Before I can protest, his lips crash against mine in a searing kiss that steals the breath from my lungs. A guttural growl rumbles inhis chest as he pins me against the counter, his calloused hands roaming over the curves of my body with possessive fervor.
I melt into his embrace, my fingers tangling in his thick, ebony locks as our tongues duel in a sensual dance. Rational thought escapes me, replaced by a desperate need to feel his skin against mine.
The thrill of being caught only heightens my arousal. With trembling hands, I tug at Ryan's shirt, desperate to map every ridge and plane of his sculpted torso. He growls in approval, his lips trailing scorching kisses along the curve of my neck.
"Ryan..." I whimper, torn between wanting him to claim me right here in the kitchen and the fear of discovery. "Someone might..."
"I don't care," he rumbles, his voice a deep, primal purr that resonates through my core. "You're mine, Jenna. And I'll have you, no matter who sees.”
Desire coils low in my belly, a smoldering ember rapidly igniting into an all-consuming inferno. Ryan's hands roam the contours of my body with possessive urgency, mapping every dip and swell as if committing me to memory.
A low, rumbling growl vibrates against my lips as Ryan's kiss intensifies, his tongue sweeping into the velvet depths of my mouth in a primal claim. I return his ardor with equal fervor, my fingers fisting in the soft fabric of his shirt as I anchor myself against the maelstrom of desire threatening to sweep me away.
With a breathless gasp, I tear my lips from his, panting softly against the scorching heat of his neck. "Ryan..." I whisper.
His teeth graze the tender flesh of my throat, eliciting a strangled whimper from my parted lips. "I can smell your desire," hegrowls, the rumble of his voice sending shivers racing along my spine.
A feral snarl tears from Ryan's throat as he hauls me against the unyielding planes of his body. His lips crash against mine in a savage kiss, all restraint shattered as he unleashes the beast within.
"Ryan, we can't... not here," I protest half-heartedly, even as my body betrays me, leaning into his embrace.
He silences my feeble objections with another kiss, his tongue delving into the depths of my mouth with a hunger that leaves me breathless. My mind spins with the intoxicating taste of him, a heady mixture of sweetness and something wild and untamed.
With a swift movement, Ryan lifts me onto the edge of the counter, his hands gripping my hips as he positions himself between my legs. The cool marble against my skin is a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his body. I can feel the hard evidence of his desire pressing against me, and a surge of feminine power courses through my veins.
"You drive me crazy, Jenna," Ryan murmurs against my lips, his voice a low, guttural growl that sends a thrill of excitement shivering down my spine. "Every time I look at you, all I can think about is claiming you, marking you."
His words stir something primal within me, a deep-seated need to belong to him, body and soul. I fist my hands in his hair, pulling him closer as our lips meet in a frenzy of passion. The world outside this kitchen ceases to exist; there is only Ryan and the fierce, all-consuming hunger he awakens in me.
Ryan's hands slide beneath my shirt. My breath catches in my throat as he cups my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my hardened nipples. A soft moan escapes my lips, and I can'thelp but grind against him, seeking relief from the aching need building within me.
"Shh, love," Ryan whispers, his lips curving into a knowing smile as he captures my mouth in a bruising kiss. "We wouldn't want to alert the whole house to what we're doing, now would we?"
I bite my lip, stifling another moan as Ryan's fingers continue their delicious torment. His other hand slides down my body, his fingers dancing over the waistband of my pants before deftly undoing the button and sliding the zipper down.
With a gentleness that belies his size, Ryan lifts me off the counter and turns me around, his hands guiding me until I'm bent over the cool marble surface. My breath hitches in my throat as he hooks his fingers in the waistband of my pants and tugs them down, leaving me exposed and vulnerable.
"So beautiful," Ryan murmurs, his voice thick with desire. His hands roam over my bare skin, tracing the curves of my hips and the length of my thighs. I can feel the heat of his gaze on my most intimate parts, and a flush of embarrassment and arousal creeps across my cheeks.
Ryan's fingers dip lower, parting my folds and discovering the wetness that awaits him. A gasp escapes my lips as he strokes me with a sure, steady rhythm, each touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.
"Quiet, love," Ryan reminds me, his voice a low, seductive purr in my ear. "We don't want anyone to hear."
I bite down on my lower lip, desperate to suppress the moans of pleasure that threaten to spill from my lips. My hands grip the edge of the counter, knuckles white as I struggle to maintain control.
Ryan's fingers work their magic, his thumb circling my clit as he slides first one, then two fingers inside me. My inner walls clench around him, and I can't help but push back against his hand, seeking deeper contact.
"That's it, Jenna," Ryan encourages, his voice a husky whisper in my ear. "Let go. I've got you."
