He was the one thing I couldn’t prepare for. My mouth fell open when he slid his boxer briefs off. All I could do was gape at his naked body. He was all hard lines, rugged masculinity, and raw, primal lust. Looking at him made me thirsty. I wanted to take a nice, long drink of him.
He gripped my legs and dragged me down to the edge of the bed, spreading my knees to either side of his waist. I watched as he slipped the condom on, while standing just in front of me. I was practically exploding with desire, so turned on I was delirious with it. Ryan was my favorite “what if,” the guy who’d starred in every one of my fantasies, my first love and the man I could never get over. I’d tried to move on a dozen times, but it always came back to him.
Now I would finally have him.
With his eyes loc
