Unexpected (20 page)

Chapter Twenty-seven

–
Alina –

It's as though my
words spark the fire, creating a flame that starts in our hearts.
Ryan kisses me. Slowly. Deeply. As if he has all the time in the
world. I return the kisses, sucking his lip gently in my mouth
before releasing it.

My hands
travel down his back to tug at his shirt. I struggle trying to get
it free. We
press tightly together, our lips dancing a
heated tango.
I pull my lips away,
grumbling.

“
Here,” he
whispers, lifting himself off me to remove his shirt. Within a
matter of seconds, h
e reveals his bare chest, along with the
beauty of his tattoos.

I've seen
them plenty of times. He often has his shirt off, especially when
he's going to bed. But I never had an opportunity to
look
them over.
I sit up, reaching a
hand toward him to trace the ink. The roses just under his
collarbone on one side, the words “courage over fear” on the other,
a symmetrical circular pattern over his shoulder... I'm mesmerized
by how intricate each of them is. How perfect they are on his skin.
I peek up at him and he's smirking. “What?” I ask him.

“
Nothing.”

“
Can't I
admire the work of art in front of me?”

“
Of course
you can...it's just making other things more difficult.”

I take my hand
away. “Sorry.” I scrunch up my face. “I couldn't help myself.”

“
I know. And
I didn't say you had to stop.” He takes hold of my hand, placing it
over his heart. “I like feeling your hands on me.”

I run my palms over
his chest, touching my fingers to the design that goes across both
of his pecs. “It's just so beautiful.”

“
You're
beautiful,” he murmurs, reaching out to pull my shirt up. I lift my
arms above my head, allowing him to take it off entirely. He traces
a finger over my collarbone. “Your skin is so soft. As much as I
would like to see ink on your skin, I find myself quite attached to
your untouched beauty.”

“
Sweet
talker.” I take both of his hands, placing them around my body
right at the clasps on my bra. “Please.”

He unhooks it
without hesitating, and I let the cotton cups fall away from my
breasts, tossing my bra to the floor. A shaky sigh escapes his lips
while his hands fall to my waist. “I still remember that first
day.” Fingertips slide up both sides, coming around to tease my
breasts. “I only caught a glimpse of what they looked like, but
I'll never forget how they felt under my hands.”

I breathe out a
soft cry as he squeezes lightly. “I never forgot how your hands
felt on them.” My head falls back, reveling in his touch, so
delicate and loving. “God, Ryan...I want you to speed up and slow
down at the same time.”

He groans. “I know.
Me, too.”

I find his eyes
again. “Is it possible?”

“
I think for
us, anything is.”

I reach out,
unbuttoning his jeans, my eyes on his the whole time. I watch as
they darken, the arousal taking over in the seconds it takes
me
to push his pants to his hips
and curve my hand over the hard length beneath his
boxers.

His breathing
pattern changes as I stroke him through the silky fabric. “Alina,”
he whispers, touching my cheek. “Careful with those skillful
hands.”

“
Why?” The
one hand he still has on my breast squeezes more firmly and a
muffled cry comes from me as I press my lips together.

“
I think you
know why.” He lets go of me, pulls my hand away from him, then
steps off the bed to shove his jeans to the floor, kicking them
away. He reaches for my skirt, slipping it down my legs, tossing it
aside. His hands slide from my calves to my knees and up my thighs.
He hooks a finger under the elastic in my panties, and after a nod
from me, pulls them down my legs slowly. He stares at me for a
moment, sucking in a breath. “Your beauty never ceases to amaze
me.”

My face heats, but
before I can speak a word, he takes his boxers off. He stands in
front of me and I can't help but drink him in. My eyes travel down
until they land on his cock. It stands thick, hard, and proud,
pointing straight up. Our eyes meet again. He continues to gaze at
me in a way I've come to know and adore.

When he
climbs over me, I pull him down onto my body. We both moan, our
lips meeting in a deep kiss. Now that we're skin to skin, his body
pressing against mine, the need to have him buried inside me
increases tenfold. He obviously feels the same, judging by the
fervor in which he kisses me. The hard length of him rubs against
my thigh. I
hum against his lips, adjusting our bodies so
that it moves into contact with my center.

Ryan pulls away
from the kiss, breathing harshly. “God, Alina.” He reaches for his
nightstand and pulls a condom from the drawer. He rolls it down his
impressive length, then he's right back where he was seconds ago,
only pressing against my entrance now. His hand caresses the side
of my face, his forehead against mine. “Alina.” The way he breathes
my name nearly sends me over the edge.

“
Ryan,” I
whisper, my fingers tangling in his hair.

With that, he
pushes inside me. A shudder trembles through me as he buries
himself all the way. Our eyes meet and there are no words to
describe how it feels to
be joined to him like this.
We knew it wouldn't be just sex,
and this exact moment proves it.

“Damn...oh, fuck,
Alina,” he rasps.

“
I know,
Ryan,” I answer quietly, my fingers touching his lips. “Oh boy, do
I know.” Our noses touch, brushing softly as we breathe each other
in.

That's when he
begins to move.

Gliding in and out
at a leisurely pace, he takes his time. He has one hand on my neck
next to my ear, fingertips in my hair, thumb caressing my cheek and
jaw. The other hand is sliding over my waist, gripping my hip and
squeezing my ass. He feathers kisses over my face, down my neck to
the slopes of my breasts.

I soak it all
in. My hands trail up and down his arms, shoulders, neck, and back.
My lips spread kisses over his cheeks, nose, chin, and ears. I
never imagined anything
as
pleasing as this. I don't know how it happened, how we came
to be, or what it all means. All I know is that this is everything.
He's everything.

We're
everything.

The friction
increases as I meet his thrusts in my insatiable desire to give him
all I can. Ryan groans low in his throat, pressing harder into me,
drawing our bodies closer. It's as though neither one of us can
have enough of the other's skin on our own. My legs wrap around him
tighter, wanting to hold him inside me for longer.

Before I even
realize it, the sweet sensation builds to new heights. I gasp, tiny
cries and whispered words escaping my lips. Ryan murmurs into my
ear, “Let go for me, beautiful.” His lips graze across my face
until they land on my lips where he kisses me as I fall into
oblivion. He swallows my cries of pleasure as I clench around his
cock, my orgasm triggering his. He drives into me once more,
kissing me hard while holding me tightly to his body.

Our lips part and
Ryan buries his face into my neck, his arms still caging me against
him. We both breathe heavily for a moment, my hands caressing his
upper back. I lift a hand, burying it in his hair and drawing him
closer so I can kiss his temple.

A long breath
escapes Ryan's lips right before he kisses up my neck to my face.
He captures my mouth, tasting me deeply. He pulls away, his eyes
staring into mine with an intensity like never before. “I want to
be with you like this again.” He kisses one cheek. “And again.” He
kisses my other cheek. “And again.”

I let out a giggle,
bringing his face back in front of mine. “The night is still
young,” I say, nuzzling our noses together.

“
That it is,
beautiful.”

Chapter Twenty-eight

–
Ryan –

We make love again
a few hours later in the middle of the night. As we lie there
afterward, completely out of breath and satiated, it strikes me how
happy I've become with Alina in my life. Her naked body plastered
against mine is better than any drug or drink. The fact that it's
her wanting to be here is even better than that.

It isn't until
nearly noon that I wake up the next morning. Alina is still
sleeping, so I carefully slip out from under her to go to the
kitchen. I whip up some pancakes, topping them with strawberries,
bananas, and whipped cream. Just as I'm about to place the plate on
a tray and bring it in to her, she comes out to me.

Naked.

I groan as my cock
awakens inside my boxers. I cover my eyes. “Damn it. Either put
some clothes on while you eat breakfast, or I'm going to be fucking
you into next week.”

She snorts, the
barstool scraping across the floor. “I don't feel like putting any
clothes on.”

“
Then you'll
just have to live with me not looking at you until you're
done.”

“
Aw! That's
not fair!”

“
Seeing that
absolutely stunning body is stirring a body part of mine, which is
going to get very painful if I keep seeing your gorgeous
tits.”

She snorts again
and then lets out a long sigh. “Fine,” she says, drawing out the
word with a long groan. I hear her leave the room and come back.
“You can open your eyes now.”

I do, and find
Alina wearing a tank top and shorts. “Thank you.”

She peeks down at
my boxers. “I suppose I can understand what you were going through.
I'd have a serious lady boner if I saw you making pancakes
naked.”

I laugh loudly and
then hand her a fork. “I was going to bring this in to you.”

“
Breakfast in
bed?” She leans over the counter to press a kiss to my nose.
“You're the sweetest boyfriend ever.”

We eat
breakfast together, feeding each other bites of pancake as we
exchange smiles. I've never had a girlfriend like Alina—one I feel
so comfortable with, one I enjoy spending time with. Sharing
breakfast after spending the night wrapped in each other's arms
feels so...right. It's so simple, so ordinary,
and so
perfect. It's what I always
pictured married life to be like.

Wait...marriage?

I watch Alina for a
moment, considering the possibility. She's the most beautiful girl,
and she makes me laugh, and I enjoy being in her company more than
being alone. I'm twenty-four—well past high school, have a steady
job, and a place of my own. The natural progression includes
marriage and children, both of which I've always wanted
someday.

Is someday closer
than I thought it was?

She breaks my train
of thought with a grin. “So, I was thinking...”

“
Yes,
beautiful?” I ask, touching her chin.

“
I kinda feel
like I need a shower.” She pauses. “I mean, after all that
sweating, I feel like my body could use a little
cleansing.”

I smirk. “Now that
you mention it, I think I could use a shower as well.”

“
Is that
right? Well, it would be
very
wasteful of us if we showered separately, wouldn't it? And
think of all the water we could conserve if we showered
together.”

I scoop her up,
causing her to yelp. “I couldn't have said it any better myself,” I
say as I walk us to the bathroom. I set her down on her feet and
immediately reach for the hem of her tank top to pull it over her
head. She isn't wearing a bra. It takes all my strength to refrain
from coming in my boxers.

When I reach for
her shorts, she grabs my wrist. “Hey, you need to get naked too,
you know,” she says, giving me a dirty look.

I grin. “Fine. But
you do realize that when you fight me, you're wasting precious
naked time.”

“
Well, damn.”
She pulls down my boxers, then allows me to take
off her
shorts and panties.
I bring her
closer to me, kissing her lips hard as her body melts into mine.
“Oh, Ryan.”

“
Shall we?” I
ask, taking her hand.

“
Yes,” she
says as we both walk inside the shower. I turn the faucet on and
the hot water begins to spray, soaking us both. I back her into the
wall so we're facing each other. Her naked body presses into mine,
my erection against her stomach. As taboo as it was for us the last
time, and even though we have nothing holding us back now, it still
feels deliciously wicked just the same.

Holy shit is it
deliciously wicked.

Her hands are on my
hips, fingers digging into my skin. She bites her lip, closing her
eyes. “Let's finish what we started this time,” she says in a
sultry voice. I don't know how it's even possible, but she turns me
on even more with her words alone.

I claim her lips
with mine, my hand curling around her head to keep it from banging
into the shower wall. She slides her hands up my chest and I
shudder. I'm losing my ability to control myself with her touch. I
spin her around, arms holding her, hands on her breasts. I spread
her legs apart, slipping my cock between them. We're just like we
were that day, me sliding through her folds, her soft cries making
me even harder.

Then suddenly,
Alina starts laughing, causing me to stop moving. “What is it?” I
ask, panting.

“
Um,” she
says, turning her head to look me in the eye. “This shower is a lot
smaller than the other one was.”