RYAN POV
Kylie blinked at my words, her lashes trembling, her lips parted as if she was about to beg for more. Her eyes were wide and confused, nothing like the sensual fire I had just seen on her face moments ago.
She was sweet—so damn sweet. Her curve was pressed against me, her moans breaking down my control. My d**k was hard and God, I wanted her. Normally, I’d give in—but Kylie was different.
Don’t punish yourself, my wolf Baron sang. She wants this. You both want this. It’s okay to want to f**k her, Ryan.
No, I insisted, slowly withdrawing my hand from Kylie’s wet spot. Her moans were driving me insane and physically hard to resist.
Not yet, Baron. s*x is more than a release to me. I can’t sleep with her knowing that she doesn’t trust me enough to tell me the secret she’s guard
