Chapter Thirty Eight
Celeste’s POV
Ryan’s breath fanned hot against my car in the darkness, lis deep voice a velvet rumble against my skin. “That nervous, boss? Your heartbeat’s so loud I can feel it.”
I tilted my chin up, though I could barely see his face just the glint of his eyes in the shadows. “Projecting much? You’re the one who’s shaking.”
My fingers brushed against his–and damn if they weren’t actually trembling.
A slow, knowing laugh vibrated through his chest. “Liar.” His thumb swept the inside of my wrist, just once, and my breath caught. “Your pulse is racing. Your skin’s gone hot.” His lips grazed my earlobe, voice dropping to a whisper. “And if I kissed you right now, you’d melt.”
I swallowed hard, grateful for the dark hiding the flush on my cheeks. “Try me.”
He chuckled, the sound rough and promising. “Oh, I will.” His hand slid up my arm, slow, possessive, his touch the only anchor in the blackness. “But first, I want to hear you admit it.”
“Admit what?”
“That you’re thinking about it.” His fingers traced my collarbone, igniting sparks even through the fabric. “That every time I touch you, you forget how to pretend.”
My breath hitched. “You’re overconfident.”
“And you’re shaking,” he murmured, his palm settling against my waist, burning through the thin material. “Tell me to stop.”
I should have. God, I should have.
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Instead, I grabbed his collar and crushed my lips to his.
The butterflies that had been there all along fluttered wildly as I kissed him. Ryan’s body tensed for a heartbeat- then he was devouring my mouth like a thirsting man lost in a desert, finding his oasis.
It was ravenous.
His palm found the small of my back, pressing my body tightly against him and I gasped–I could feel every inch of his hard muscle. Ryan deepened our kiss, his tongue stroking mine, driving me crazy.
My fingers slid into his hair, running over his scalp like they’d been aching to from the moment I set my eyes on him all those months ago.
He groaned against my mouth, deep, guttural, and savagely sexy.
That sound did dangerous things to me.
His lips roamed, his butterfly light kisses igniting a trail of fire along my jawline. I gasped, a bolt striking right to my core as he gently caught my earlobe between his teeth, teasing lightly with the tip of his tongue.
Waves of heat radiated through my body as I moaned his name like a plea.
“Do you like that, Celeste?” His voice held a dark promise.
Ryan’s warm breath on my neck sent shivers across my skin. When I didn’t respond, his lips brushed over my neck, feather light, then I felt a sharp tingle of pain and pleasure as he sucked. My hands gripped his shoulders tightly, fingers digging in desperation.
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Chapter Thirty Eight
“God yes.” I managed, my voice thick with desire. “That feels good, Ryan.”
His hands slid to my hips, lifting me and placing me on the workbench as if I weighed nothing. My breathing came out in hurried pants. Ryan stepped between my thighs and wrapped my legs around him, locking him in.
Our lips crashed together, passionate, desperate. My pent up craving for him poured out as our tongues danced, hands roamed. But it wasn’t enough–I need all of him.
Now.
I ripped at his clothes, buttons popping and clattering to the floor as I kissed him hungrily. He got the hint and soon there was nothing between us.
The man moved agonizingly slowly, teasing me even in the heat of passion.
“Please, Ryan.” I panted, close to losing my mind.
It was like hearing me say his name flipped a switch–he couldn’t hold back any longer. I felt the full force of his insatiable desire, plunging me over the edge with a toe curling explosion.
I cried out his name over and over until we were spent.
We laid in each other’s arms on the studio floor. Ryan brushed the hair out of my face, eyes glittering as they drank in my body. I’d never been looked at like that before.
Like I was art.
I fell asleep in his embrace, content.
Bright light woke me the next morning. I stretched, my body aching from sleeping on a pile of clothes on the floor and from Ryan’s endless stamina. My eyes blew wide as last night came back to me in vivid detail.
What the hell was I thinking?
Ryan was sprawled next to me, his arm beneath my head, his body glorious in the morning light. My hand moved to trace his abs, and I pulled it back, alarmed.
God, did I have no self–control?
My gaze lingered on his body, answering my question. I frantically searched for my clothes beneath us and pulled
them on.
I needed to leave before I did something else I’d regret.
Ryan stirred as I buttoned my blouse. He yawned before resting his head on his knuckles, a sly smile playing on his lips.
“What’s the rush, Celeste?” He said, languorously. “There’s time before work and I have several tempting suggestions on how we should spend it. Come lie down with me.”
Desire uncurled in my stomach.
This was a huge problem. I was supposed to be focusing on my career and myself, not dating and definitely not sleeping with my assistant,
But my stupid, lonely heart complicated things.
“Last night never happened, Ryan.” I said, avoiding his eyes. “It was a mistake.”
