After a minute of lip-locking, I stepped back a bit but Ryans did not let me go completely. He wound his arms around my waist, drawing me closer to him while he searched my face with his eyes.
I looked at his eyes, adoring the way his irises darkened as if a storm was brewing inside of him. I liked that I was the cause of that. I liked that I was the one affecting him this much.
It made me feel…powerful.
He lowered his head, nearing me and I inhaled deeply to savour the rich musky scent wafting from him.
His lips then moved against mine, hesitant at first, almost like he was asking me if I wanted him to kiss me again.
I answered by pressing closer, sliding my hand up his chest until I felt the steady pound of his heartbeat beneath my palm. It was racing—fast, hard, almost frantic—
