They spent most of the weekend in bed, much to Tally’s amusement. Ryan didn’t seem to grow bored with exploring every inch of her body. As she lay in a half-exhausted slumber Sunday morning, the memory of the Friday night Christmas party came back to her. That moment on the balcony when he had confronted her.
Ryan took a step closer still, putting a hand under her chin, turning her face back to his. “That person would be who, Tally?” His breath washed over her face in a light caress, cooling her hot cheeks.
She giggled, walking into Ryan’s body, allowing her breasts to press up against his hard chest, her n*****s instantly hardening. She watched as her hands ran down his arms before taking them back up again over his shoulders. Then she sank her fingers into his lush hair. Her blue gaze
