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“You can reach me now.”
His hands close around my wrists and press my palms harder against his chest. “Touch whatever you fucking want.”
I move over him without restraint.
His shoulders, stomach, ribs, and the tattoos disappearing beneath his jeans become mine again beneath my hands. I drag my nails lightly across his abdomen, and his cock jerks visibly beneath the denim.
My eyes drop.
Ryan catches my chin. “Look at me.”
I lift my face.
“No phone between us tonight,” he says. “No call ending while your body is still four hundred miles away. No letters forcing me to stop when the page runs out.”
My breath shudders.
“Tell me what you want, Charm.”
“Everything distance couldn’t give me.”
His expression turns savage.
Ryan grabs the hem of my sweater and pulls it over my head. My bra barely becomes visible before his hands reach behind me and release it. The straps fall from my shoulders, and cool air moves across my breasts for less than a second before his palms cover them.
The first touch strikes straight between my thighs.
His thumbs pass over my nipples, slow enough to contradict every frantic movement that came before. He watches my face while his hands relearn the fuller weight he has carried through memory and one deliberately cruel photograph.
“Fuller,” he says.
“You noticed.”
“I noticed every fucking inch.”
His mouth closes around one nipple.
I cry out and grip the counter behind me while his tongue circles the sensitive peak. He sucks harder, dragging pressure through my body, then catches it carefully between his teeth.
“Ryan.”
He looks up without releasing me.
The sight nearly brings me to my knees.
His mouth leaves my breast long enough to speak. “The night I called, I told you to cup these for me.”
“You did.”
“I had to imagine my hands here.”
He fills them again, squeezing until pleasure twists through me. “I listened to you touch what needed my mouth.”
My hips push toward him. “I listened to you stroke your cock. Every sound you made, the sound of your hand stroking.”
“You liked hearing it.”
“I hated that it wasn’t mine.”
