Ryan’s voice broke the silence, his tone soft and tender. “Tally,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. “Are you okay?”
Tally nodded, her eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I’m okay.”
Ryan’s expression softened. A glimpse of tenderness. “Good,” he said, his voice gentle. “Because I don’t think I can let you go just yet.”
Ryan pulled out of Tally with a groan, his body slick with sweat and their release. Without giving her a moment to catch her breath, he swiftly lifted her from the bed. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he carried her toward the bathroom. The cool air hit her skin, making her shiver, but Ryan’s warmth was like a warm blanket at her front, her breast pressed against his chest.
Ryan set her down
