All Of You (Only You) (6 page)

Ryan relaxed, his fists unclenching. "Sorry, guess I'm a little tired from all the extra hours we've put in with the delay in construction."

"No worries, Ryan. I know how crabby you get when you aren't getting any." Brett grinned and ducked as Ryan threw a punch at him. "Still not quick enough to get me, little brother."

Ryan's stomach shook with the laughter he tried not to let out. His brother always seemed to defuse any fight they had. They'd never really come to serious blows in their entire lives, and at twenty-nine and thirty-five it didn't look like they ever would.

"Nah, just didn't want to put the old man in the hospital." Ryan grinned, the old, well-used banter between them settling his agitated nerves.

Brett's laughter drew the attention of some of the men, and he slung an arm around Ryan's shoulders, pulled him in close, and bumped his hat off to ruffle his hair. "You young whippersnapper, you."

Ryan pulled free of Brett's grip and gave him a shove before stooping to pick up his headgear. "Knock it off. You're just jealous I can still pull women while they're all passing you by in favor of us younger more strapping blokes." Ryan puffed his chest out and flexed his arms.

Doubled over with laughter, Brett couldn't answer him. Ryan smiled and turned to go back to the office. Before he could stop himself, he pulled his phone from his pocket and checked the display.

"Just ring her, you douche bag," Brett called out from behind him.

Groaning, Ryan climbed the stairs to the office and entered the relative privacy of the small metal box. Throwing his butt into his chair, he began scrolling through his address book to find the number he'd looked up earlier today. He hit call and brought the device to his ear just as the line connected and began to ring.

"Hello, Claire Jones."

Ryan closed his eyes and let her voice roll over him.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Claire."

"Ryan."

Was it his imagination or wishful thinking that she'd said his name on a sigh? "How's work?"

"Busy." There was a slight pause. "I didn't know you knew where I worked."

"You mentioned it. If you're busy I'll go—"

"No. It's okay. I've got a couple of minutes before I have to be in a meeting."

"Okay, I won't keep you then. Just wanted to invite you to dinner at my place tonight."

"Dinner?"

"Yeah. Thought I’d throw some steaks on the barbecue. You up for that?"

He heard her sigh across the line. "I'd love that, Ryan. After the day I've had, I probably would have settled for vegemite toast."

"It's a date then. What time should I expect you?"

"As long as I'm out the door at five and traffic isn't bad I'll be home around six, so how about seven for dinner. That'll give me time to get changed and do a few things before coming over."

"Okay, see you then."

"Bye, Ryan."

"Bye, Claire."

Ryan disconnected the call and smiled. He checked his watch, suddenly anxious for the day to be over so he could go home and get ready for Claire. His bed still wasn't made because he'd never gone home last night. His laundry was still at her house, too, but he'd worry about that later. For now he had a meal to plan. A quick trip to the grocery store on the way home so he could pick up something to go with the steaks he’d promised, and he'd have dinner prepared for when she arrived.

He rubbed his hands together. Tonight would be their first official date, and he planned to find out all he could about Claire before he dragged her off to bed. His cock stirred, hardened, and pressed into the fly of his jeans. Cupping his length with one hand he squeezed. The dull throb of heated blood pumping into his erection reminded him of how it felt to be buried in her tight heat. Ryan breathed through his nose and out through his mouth. Pushing his chair under the desk to cover his groin, he prayed no one entered the office before he managed to deflate his eager body.

*****

Tears leaked from Claire's eyes, and the cramp in her side had her bent over she laughed so hard. She hadn't had this much fun with a man over dinner in too long to recall. The conversation had flowed, and the meal Ryan served was delicious. They'd discovered a mutual love of reading and movies. And the debate over which footy team should have won last year's grand final had been heated but in good fun.

With her laughter finally under control, Claire looked at the man across from her and wondered why she'd ever considered him off limits. Sure there was the age thing, which she still wasn't completely comfortable with, but she connected with him better than any other man she'd dated. His intelligence was obvious, and his maturity outshone most males in her age group. He was a definite surprise package. A smile curled her lips. Yes, she could get used to being with Ryan.

"What are you smiling at now?"

"Just thinking what a surprise you've turned out to be."

"How so?"

"Well, I guess I was a bit biased by your age, and I honestly didn't think we'd have that much in common outside of . . ."

"Sex."

Shame washed over her at the way he said the word. "I guess I'm guilty of being shallow."

"Maybe." He shrugged. "Then again, you've never really given me the opportunity to show you who I am. You've spent most of your time avoiding me."

Claire's face heated. Embarrassed by her treatment of Ryan, she felt the need to tell him how wrong she'd been. "I'm sorry. I never meant to do that. It really threw me for a loop the way you affect me. I've never reacted this strongly to anyone else."

A smug smile tugged at Ryan's mouth. He placed his hand on his chest and said, "I'm crushed that you would think so little of me. But I'm sure we can think of some way for you to make it up to me."

The way he waggled his eyebrows as he uttered the last sentence made Claire laugh. "I'm sure we can."

Putting on a wounded air, Ryan continued. "I think you could start by coming over here and making sure I know you're not avoiding me anymore."

She glanced around Ryan's courtyard. He'd planted shrubs all along the fence line and none of the neighbor's windows looked over the area, so Claire felt safe getting up to show him a little attention. The idea of getting it on outdoors intrigued her. She'd never been that adventurous in her lovemaking, but with Ryan things were anything but usual.

He pushed his chair back and patted his knee. "Come over here."

Claire stood and took a shaky step toward Ryan. She reached his side, her eyes drawn to the erection clearly visible in his lap. Warmth swirled in her stomach. Her breasts grew heavy, and her pussy clenched. The need to strip them both and ride him until neither of them could remember where they were sucked the breath from her lungs. Her mouth dry, she licked her bottom lip. Ryan groaned, and she brought her gaze up to meet his.

Raw lust slammed into her. The man had a way of looking at her. Need and desire blasted out to stab through her. He growled as he wrapped his hands over her hips and pulled her closer.

"What have you got on under this dress?" He gripped the fabric and started to inch it up her legs. "You know it doesn't matter, 'cause whatever it is you won't be wearing it for long."

Cool air flowed over her heated skin as the hem moved higher and higher. When his fingers touched flesh Claire's legs trembled. How could he have her so excited without really touching her? She sucked in a breath when the evening air coated her damp panties. A shiver raced up her spine.

Ryan raised her skirt over her hips. "Hold it for me."

His command sent another tremor shaking through her, and she did as he asked.

"Dear God." He traced his fingertips around the waist of her silky underwear. "Is this what I think it is? You're wearing a thong?"

Claire couldn't speak, could only nod as his hands followed the material to her ass and dipped between her cheeks. Suddenly his hands were gone and a groan of protest left her throat.

"Drop the dress."

She let go.

"No. I mean lose it. No wait" He pushed his chair farther back and grabbed her wrist. "Stand in front of me."

He tugged her into position. His hands smoothed over her hips until he held her still.

"I want you to do something for me. You can say no and I won't mind but . . ." He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. "I want you to turn around and place your hands on the table, Claire. I want to push up your skirt so I can see your beautiful ass right there in front of my face. Will you do it?"

His words conjured an image in her mind. Her pulse sped up, and her breathing turned ragged. Her whole body tightened and moisture flooded her already drenched thong. She didn't answer.
Couldn't answer.
Instead she reached for the hem of her light summer dress and lifted. Slowly she dragged the cotton over her sensitive torso, her hard nipples snagging at the fabric as she raised it over her head. Ryan's hands skimmed up her stomach until he cupped her bare breasts in his palms. A shuddered racked her as all air fled her lungs.

Goose bumps broke out as he grazed his fingertips from her ribs to her hips. He grasped her ass in his hands and squeezed.

"Turn around," he urged in a strangled voice.

Every muscle taut with anticipation, Claire turned.

"Lean forward. Brace your hands on the table." He placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her down.

Bending over, Claire blushed at the thought of what Ryan would be able to see, but the choked groan and growled words soon morphed embarrassment into arousal.

"You're too gorgeous for words."

Ryan smoothed his hands across her curves. No part of her back, legs, or ass went untouched. Trailers of tingles followed his caress, snaking out until they covered her whole body. Her limbs shook, and Claire gripped the table edge so hard her knuckles were white. He pushed his foot between hers and shoved her legs apart.

"Spread your legs wider."

Claire's knees wobbled, but she slid her feet outward. He ran his hands up the inside of her thighs, his fingertips barely brushing the soaked material her position had pushed firmly between her legs.

"You're so wet, Claire." He swept his fingers along her exposed cleft.

Her pussy clenched hard, and moisture flooded her sex. Claire couldn't stop the moan from breaking free.

"You like that, Claire? Like that I have you on display? Like it when I tell you your cunt is wet for me?"

Claire shuddered at his words. The quake vibrated through her until she thought she might collapse in a puddle of want at his feet.

"Oh, Claire I do believe we've found something that really gets you off." He leaned over her, his clothed chest resting along her back. "Want me to tell you what I'm gonna do to you?" He nipped her ear.

"Ryan." His name spilled from her lips on a plea.

He licked the shell of her ear, his breath hot on her skin. "I'm going to play with you, Claire. I'm going to use my fingers, my tongue, teeth, and I'm going to drive you wild until you scream for me."

Claire's body throbbed—every nerve alive with need and pleasure. He cupped her breasts, squeezing the globes with just enough pressure to make her gasp. His teeth dragged down her neck, across her shoulder. Ryan used his tongue to light a trail of fire down her spine before taking a nip of her ass. She dropped her head and through hooded eyes she saw him kneel between her spread feet. The bulge in his pants inflamed her more. She wanted to touch him, taste him.

In the next instant all thought fled. Ryan laved her silk covered pussy. From clit to anus, he followed the strip of material. He tugged it with his teeth, pushed it into her sex, parting her slick folds until the wet fabric rubbed on her protruding clit. Her pussy convulsed, wave after wave of clenching muscle as her body sought satisfaction.

"More."

Ryan laughed against her heated skin. "Don't worry. There's plenty more." He curled his fingers under the side of her panties. "Starting with this."

He pulled, yanking the cloth up, cutting into her pussy. Pulling again, he scraped the thin strip over her tender folds. Sensation exploded, and she pumped her hips in blinding need. Ryan's tongue licked the cream coating her inner thighs, the tip coming close to her clit but not close enough to push her over. She arched her back and thrust her groin at his face, searching for the release she was so close to.

A finger burrowed its way beneath her underwear, stroked engorged flesh and teased at her opening. Her breath caught, her pulse raced, and her body bucked. Mindless with desire, she stood on tiptoes, her muscles stretched taut. More fingers slid into her panties and slid along skin slick with her arousal. She moaned and thrashed as her orgasm approached.

With a growl, Ryan tore the barrier between them away, the scrap of silk dropping to the ground at her feet. He sucked her clit into his mouth as he shoved two fingers into her pussy. Claire rode his hand and face. His thumb brushed the puckered skin of her anus, pressed at the opening. Wet with her cream, the digit breached the tight muscle with ease. Delicate nerve endings surged to life, firing off sparks that centered in her womb. He pushed in deeper and she climaxed.