Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 108846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
I can’t do this. I just …
Ryan seizes the hem of her T-shirt and lifts it up, over her head, letting it fall to the floor.
14. Ryan
You don’t have to like me to enjoy what I can do for you. In fact, it’s better that you don’t.
After lying in bed for two hours, replaying those words while a countdown clock to next Saturday’s flight ticked inside my head, I must have snapped because this is insane.
I’m trying not to shake and probably failing miserably. I don’t want Ronan to know how nervous I am. Heck, I’m always nervous around him. He’s one of those intimidating guys—tall, dark, and ominous, with his piercing eyes and his wicked smile and that swagger.
But right now, standing naked in front of him, his burning gaze searing my body, his face full of shock, I feel like my legs are ready to give out. I work hard to keep my figure lean and hard and healthy but I will never win when pitted against the long legs and trim torsos and slender hips of women like Eliza’s.
The kind of bodies Ronan likes, if the naked girl who fell into my bed last Friday is any indication.
Ronan groans, his hands settling on his forehead. “Ryan, I can’t …”
My stomach drops. I can’t believe this. I’m standing naked in front of Ronan—a guy who fucked around with three different women in one night last weekend—and he’s turning me down. Have I totally misread him?
With my face on fire, I dive for my T-shirt and make to run from his room.
He can move awfully fast, though, for a guy half-awake and sprawled out in bed.
I make it all the way to the door before his giant, calloused hand slams against it, stopping me from escape. “I didn’t say that I didn’t want to.”
“It sure seems like it.” I despise the sound of my voice, brimming with rejection.
He steps in close behind me, pinning my chest to the cool door, his body heat searing my skin. “Does it feel like it?” He presses his hard length into my back.
I can’t help the gasp. I got a good look at his dick as it swelled under my gaze. I’ve only been with three other guys and none of them compared to Ronan’s size.
It’s not just his lower extremity either. It’s all of him—his solid muscles and ridges, his height, the way his forearms naturally tense as he moves. He’s a ten on anyone’s scale.
I steel my nerve. “Well then, what’s the problem? I thought you said you wanted this.” I may come off as confident, but I’ve never been forward when it comes to sex. I’ve never propositioned a guy. The fact I even came in here tonight is pure recklessness.
Pushing my hair to the side, he leans over and settles his lips on my nape, his tongue grazing me ever so gently, sending shivers all the way down to my core.
I make to turn, to face him, wanting to see his chiseled muscles, feel how hard his chest and stomach are beneath my fingertips. But strong arms seize my hips, keeping me in place as his bare foot slides in between mine, gently prodding my legs farther apart.
“I’m leaving for Alaska next weekend,” he whispers.
“I know. It’s perfect.” It was probably the biggest factor in my wild decision to come here tonight.
Ronan chuckles. The depth of his voice against my spine makes me shudder. I hold my breath as his hands slide from my hips, one traveling upward to cup my breast, the other moving lower to rest along the inside of my thigh, his thumb smoothing over my skin. “Okay, just this once. But I can’t give you more than that. This won’t turn into anything. I mean, it can’t. I’m …” His voice drifts.
He’s still in love with his ex-girlfriend.
It takes me a moment to find my voice. “You honestly think I’m looking for a commitment? I don’t even like you, remember?” That’s not entirely true. Sure, I was angry with Connor. And when I first saw Ronan—all dark and gorgeous six-foot-something of him, towering over me—I immediately wrote him off.
But Ronan also tried to make me feel better about being dumped and apologized to me when I was being a bitch to him, overreacting over a towel because it was either that or burst into tears.
Most important, though, he’s right: I don’t have to like him to enjoy sex with him. At least this way, my heart won’t get tangled with emotion.
And maybe sleeping with Ronan will erase the overwhelming rejection I’m drowning in, the feelings of inadequacy that I’ve woken up to and fallen asleep with since I found out David dumped me for a tall, willowy blond. I’d do anything to stop feeling this pain, even if for just a night.