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“Are you awake?”

“Nope, just sleep talking,” he said teasingly, pulling me closer to him.
Oh.

“I can’t sleep.”

“Oh?” He nuzzled my neck. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
Have sex with me!

“I don’t really think… maybe I should just go home.”

“It’s late.” I felt his lips brush up against my cheek, sending an involuntary shiver through me. “I’m not letting you go home at this hour, so tell me what you want me to do,” he added, nibbling on my earlobe.

My body began aching with need. How did he have such a strong effect on me? The whole night was turning into pure torture.

Ryan suddenly released me and pulled away. I was about to open my mouth and tell him off when I felt his hand travel down the length of my body and then make its way back up the inside of my shirt. I felt my lips quiver, as his fingers lightly grazed my bare stomach as they continued north before stopping and resting just under my naked breast. “I have a very good idea of why you can’t sleep, Evangeline.”

“
You do?
” I tried to say, but it came out as a tiny whimper as he cupped my breast and began teasing my nipple with his thumb.

“Uh huh,” he replied pressing his lips to my neck then licking me slowly with his tongue. “I bet it’s the same reason why I can’t.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle at his comment. I twisted myself around to face him, aware of his growing bulge pressing up against my thigh. Even though all I could see was the dark silhouette of his face, I knew his eyes were on me; I could feel the scorching gaze. “Shall I remind you that you were a sleep no more than five minutes ago?”

“I can assure you that I wasn’t. I was trying to sleep but the thought of being inside you continues to keep me up.”

I sucked in a sharp breath.
He feels it too.
“Then why don’t we just get it out of the way? We have nothing to lose, right? We don’t even have to see each other again after tomorrow.” I was often left amazed by the random times my courage decided to step in. Or maybe it was because I was extremely horny?

I heard Ryan chuckle softly, then mumble something under his breath. “
So?
What’s it going to be?” I questioned, choosing to ignore his inaudible response.

“Is that what you want? A one night stand?” he asked moving his hand towards my other breast and continuing with his sensual tease.

“Isn’t that what you do?”

“
Ouch
.”

“Ryan, let’s be honest with one another. This has got to be one of the most bizarre situations I’ve been in. You started a fight with a guy over a girl you barely know, and then invite her back to yours for what exactly? To
snuggle
?”

His hand on my chest immediately stilled. “That asshole was sexually assaulting you, damn it!” he snapped, pulling his hand out from under my shirt. The sudden anger in his voice made me flinch. “Should I have let him get away with that?”

“No,” I started, trying to remain calm. “And thank you for offering to help, but that’s not what I’m saying. I’m talking about
this.
The right
now
doesn’t make any sense. Why am I here?”

“Do you want to have sex, Evangeline? Is that what you want?”
Yes. Yes. Yes!
“Tell me right now. If that’s all that you want from me, then say it.”

Whoa,
the guy was all over the place. Wasn’t sex
his
thing? Shouldn’t he be happy that I wasn’t asking for anything more? Like commitment?
“Ryan―”

Before I could finish my sentence, his mouth slammed hard into mine. I responded quickly by opening my mouth and letting his tongue slip inside. His kisses were rough and dominating. It was obvious something was bothering him and whether it was because of the earlier incident or something else entirely, it wasn’t something I was about to stop and question him about; not now when he’d finally turned into the guy I’d been searching for all night. The man I’ve been
craving
all night.

When he eventually pulled away, we were both struggling to breathe. I wasn’t sure how much more I could handle; the heat between my legs was beyond excruciating. I needed him inside of me fast. Pressing my forehead against his, I said, “Sleep with me.”

“Evangeline…”

“This is what I want. Forget who I am, Ryan. Forget about today. Let’s pretend that I’m still the unknown girl you picked up at the club last week.”

“That’s impossible,” he mumbled before his lips were on mine again.

Shifting so that he was above me and positioned in between my legs, Ryan pressed himself against me. I let out a loud moan. I felt his large bulge hit me in my most sensitive spot. I was so sure my insides were ready to explode at any minute and all we’d done so far was some heavy making out.

Suddenly, Ryan stilled. “Last chance. Are you sure about this?”

“Damn it, Ryan, shut-up already!” Grabbing either side of his face, I forced him to kiss me. He nodded against my lips. I had my fingers mentally crossed inside my head that this was the sign showing that he’d finally given up the fight.

His hand leisurely travelled down my body and then back up the inside of my thigh, continuing until his thumb reached the edge of my lace panties. He looped a finger around them and ripped them down in one swift movement. I wriggled out of them as quickly as I could, in case he somehow thought of another reason to change his mind. He let his fingers trail slowly back up the inside of my thigh, leaving my skin tingling in the aftermath of his touch.

When he reached my entrance he gently parted the wet folds with a single finger. “You’re soaked,” he whispered against my mouth.

“Fix it,” I ordered in a short, shallow pant.

I heard him growl before he pushed his finger inside, causing my back to arch in response. As incredible as it felt, there was no time for this; it was time to end the prolonged torture.

“Ryan…I can’t wait…I need you inside me.”

As soon as I spoke those words, Ryan’s fingers left me to hurriedly rip off his underwear. Before I knew it he was back on top, with his elbows propped on either side of me and the tip of his length nudging at my entrance.

“
Yes
.” I didn’t need to be able to see him to know that he was waiting for my approval. As soon as he had permission, he pushed his way in with a single, powerful thrust. A breathy whimper escaped me as his entire length filled me and my body stretched to accommodate his large size. The sound was then quickly muffled when his mouth crashed down over mine. His movements came hard and rough, proof that he had wanted this as much as I had.

“
Shit
, I’m not going to last much longer,” he growled between kisses.

I adjusted myself and wrapped my legs around him, allowing him to go deeper.
My arms were itching to wrap themselves around him to hold him tighter; to grip onto his broad shoulders and drag my nails down his back, but my hands were being held down firmly by his own. I knew I wasn’t going to last that much longer either. I had been almost ready to go when we were still lying beside each other.

At the thought, pleasure filled me and before I could stop myself, I let out a loud cry, convulsing around him. Within moments, Ryan stilled then shuddered with his own climax, before collapsing on top of me.

After gently sliding himself out of me, we lay side by side in silence, with his hand firmly entwined with mine. The only thing that could be heard was the heavy breathing coming from the both of us. I stared up into the darkness with a tiny triumphant smile on my face as I played back each thrilling moment inside my head. I was in bliss. That was everything I ever expected sleeping with Ryan would be like― hard and rough; before I knew he was Ryan Fox: beloved New York Yankees star.

“Fuck!” Ryan suddenly cursed loudly beside me. I felt his free hand slam down hard on the mattress. I turned on my side to face him. In the dark, I could see his beautiful silhouette staring up the ceiling. “I didn’t wear a rubber. I have
never
been so fucking stupid to forget something as important as that before.
Fuck
.”

He let go of my hand as if my touch suddenly burned him. And just like that, the tiny bubble of happiness I was surrounded in burst. Ryan slept with a
lot
of girls. I knew that from the beginning. So why had
I
been so careless? I should’ve forced him to wear protection. God only knows what I could’ve caught. “Tell me you’re on the pill or something?”

The bed shifted as he turned to face me.

“I take the pill,” I answered truthfully. Though, it wasn’t a pregnancy I was worried about. Having unprotected sex left the window wide open for sexually transmitted infections.

“What about STI’s?” I asked. “You sleep with plenty of―”

“I’m clean,” he said, cutting me off. “You don’t need to worry about that. Except for the little mishap we just had, I’ve
always
worn a rubber and get monthly checks.
Fuck!
”

Monthly?
Just how many girls
did
he sleep with? When I didn’t reply he added, “I’m telling the truth, Evangeline. But if you’re still worried, I can book you in to see my doctor. She’s great.”
She?
Oh, hell no.

“It’s alright, I have my own doctor, thanks.”

The bed moved again, this time Ryan sat up, reaching over the side of the bed for something. A few seconds later the bedside lamp came on and Ryan returned, facing me.

My eyes blinked trying to adjust to the sudden brightness in the room. “What are you doing?”

“I just wanted to watch you for a moment,” he answered with a shrug, as if it were a completely normal response to have.

“That’s… creepy.”

He let out a breathy laugh but didn’t look away. Instead he got comfortable and continued to watch me in silence. Feeling intimidated, but unable to tear my gaze away from him, we both just ended up staring at each other. He really was near perfect; so close that I refuse to admit that he actually was. His structured jawline covered in light stubble… those bright hazel eyes with rich green speckles framed with long, dark lashes any girl would kill for, a sexy dimple in his left cheek and armed with a dangerous smile; how was that not perfection?

I wondered what he was thinking when a tiny crease appeared on his beautiful face. Perhaps he was struggling with the thought of having slept with Rupert Montgomery’s daughter on the night of his funeral, or maybe it was because it was first time that he’d ever forgotten to use a rubber and was still scolding himself. How on earth was that possible, anyway? I would have thought for a guy who slept around with plenty of women, protection was the first thing he’d make sure he had ready.

Whatever he had on his mind he never mentioned and before long, I was fighting to keep my eyes open. My eyes closed once more before I felt soft lips press up against my forehead, warm arms wrap around me, and then I drifted off to sleep.

CHAPTER
9

“
Mommy!” I scream as I watch a large white box being lowered into the ground. I feel my pop’s hand gently rub my back as I turn away and bury my wet face into his neck and cry. I don’t want to watch anymore. I don’t want to see them put Mommy and Alex into the dark, cold ground. I shut my eyes really tight and repeat the words, “I’m sorry” over and over, hoping that maybe my mommy and brother can hear me and forgive me. I didn’t mean to hurt them. I don’t want them to be gone forever…

My eyes snapped open and I gasped when I found Ryan’s sharp, hazel eyes watching me as he lay on his side. Had he even slept or moved at all since last night? He must’ve been deep in thought because it took him a little while to realize that I was frowning at him, but when he finally did notice he covered it up with a smile.