Page 67 of Runaway Bride’s Husband

I only just managed to flick open the button before he was out of reach and rolling my stretchy jeans off without even undoing the fly. Gasping when he rolled my panties off with them, I wondered what had happened to my inhibitions. They sure didn’t seem to be anywhere to be found right now.

Instead of trying to close my legs or hide from him, I kicked the garments off myself and curled my fingers into the sheets once he’d brought himself eye level with a part of me almost no other person had ever seen. Only one other man had ever even attempted this with me before, and he’d been my high-school boyfriend.

Ryan had barely even touched me when I realized this was going to be a completely different experience than that had been. He licked a line through my folds and circled my clit with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. My hips nearly flew off the bed, but he caught them in a firm grip and held me down.

Hard.

I wouldn’t have expected to like that kind of thing, but oh. My. God. My legs spread further without conscious command from my brain, moans spilling out of me as I writhed under his talented tongue. Aching with need at this point, I didn’t even try to hold back when I felt my orgasm building, catapulted into the record-breaking climax category by the wet heat of his mouth.

My toes curled, my entire body tensing when I felt it coming, the wave so close to cresting that I couldn’t breathe. Ryan didn’t break stride for a moment, not giving me even a second to prepare before he sent me crashing into a whole new freaking universe of pleasure.

I was only vaguely aware of my own voice screaming his name, my hips bucking, and my vision whiting out until I squeezed my eyes shut. In the aftermath, he cleaned me up with his mouth, then crawled back up the bed and collapsed beside me, breathing hard and so turned on himself that when I forced my eyes open, there was a damp spot on his pants.

Another moan slipped out of me, prompting him to open his eyes too. He looked up at me, his lips swollen and eyes half-dazed as he held my gaze. “What was that?”

Instead of answering, I pushed myself up to sit next to him, still trembling when I pulled the zipper of his fly open, finally completing the task I’d started earlier. Ryan groaned when I pushed his pants down, lifting the elastic of his boxer-briefs over his erection.

“Maggie, you don’t have to⁠—”

I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, effectively shutting him up when I started stroking. “I don’t have a ton of experience with this, so you’re going to have to help me if I’m not doing it right.”

His neck arched, his throat working as his hips started rocking into my grip. “Well, you’re sure as hell not doing it wrong. Fuck, Mags.”

I smiled, every part of my body still trembling, but I wasn’t about to let that stop me. Instead, I kept moving my fist up and down, running the pad of my thumb over his tip across the wetness gathered there. Ryan cursed again, rolling his lips into his mouth when I reached for his chest and gave his nipples some of the attention he’d given mine.

He twitched in my fist and I sped up, absolutely fascinated watching him lose control. A flush spread on his chest and his brow furrowed, his hips thrusting into my hand until his lips parted and I felt him swell.

“Maggie, I—” he gritted out, but then I bent over and cut him off with another kiss, feeling him come just seconds later.

I smiled against his mouth, waiting until he’d stopped thrusting before I let go of him and collapsed against his side. For several long minutes, we both just lay there, but reality had a truly sucky habit of showing up when I least wanted it to, and this was one of those times.

Curled around Ryan on the bed with my cheek against his chest and his arm still wrapped around me, the last thing I wanted to be thinking about was something as awful and trivial as reality, but it crashed in nonetheless.

“This is going to be a problem,” he murmured like he’d heard my thoughts. “We shouldn’t have done that.”

“Nope, but also, it’s still a yes from me.”

He let out a low chuckle. “Yeah. Same.”

After hesitating for a beat, he tightened his grip on my hips like he was preparing to hold me there if he had to. Then he kissed the top of my head and sighed. “Are we really still planning a wedding your parents will be so affronted by that they won’t even show up?”

“It’s been so fun that I might actually go through with it,” I murmured, already half asleep as I let my eyes slide shut.

His chest vibrated under my cheek on another quiet laugh. “That’s not a great reason to get married.”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“You should marry him, you know,” he murmured a moment later. “He’s a nice guy who puts up with your shenanigans like a loyal dog.”

“Like you?” I asked sleepily, the post-orgasmic haze evidently screwing with my ability to think straight. “That is what you’re saying, right? You’re saying I should marry somebody like you.”

CHAPTER 29

RYAN

Stuck in an awkward place after fooling around and almost having sex, Maggie and I were in the process of developing a remarkably sophisticated system of dealing with it.

We were both pretending it hadn’t happened.