If I Need You (If You Come Back To Me 5) - Page 26

Chapter Six

They hugged for a long moment. Ryan felt as if he sensed her in every cell of his body, every square inch of his awareness. He wanted like hell to comfort her. He wanted to be utterly confident of her safety and happiness.

She shifted her head and buried her face in his chest, and Ryan forced himself to acknowledge the truth.

He wanted Faith more than anything. Period.

She tilted her head back when she felt the slight pressure of his forefinger beneath her chin. Was he really seeing so much unchecked longing in Faith’s gaze at that moment? Or was it just what he was feeling reflected in her forest-green eyes?

“No matter how unwise and guilty I feel about it, I can’t seem to stop myself from doing this, Faith.”

He lowered his head so that their mouths were only inches apart. His gaze moved over her face, reading her reaction to his closeness. Her lips parted as if in anticipation.

He covered her mouth with his own.

The whimper that leaked out of her throat didn’t sound distressed, but wondrous. Ryan could completely understand the sentiment. She tasted fantastic. His mouth moved over hers, molding, caressing, shaping her flesh to his...memorizing every sweet nuance of sensation. He sandwiched her lower lip between his, drawing it downward. His tongue slipped between her lips. His first taste was polite, a gentle dip beneath the surface. Then Faith touched him with the tip of her tongue, and her flavor penetrated his consciousness. Heat erupted in him. She glided her tongue against his and sucked lightly, teasing him to come farther...deeper.

He groaned and accepted her invitation wholeheartedly, sweeping his tongue into her mouth.

He cradled her chin at the side of her neck, holding her hostage to his kiss. His fingertips stroked her nape, amazed at her softness. It’d never happened to him before—that a woman’s scent and taste could entirely obliterate logic. Apparently it wasn’t just a myth, that passion had the ability to burn away rational thought.

She stepped closer and reached around his waist. He made a sound of satisfaction, highly gratified by the feeling of her feminine, firm curves pressing so tightly against him. He put a hand at the small of her back, sealing their bodies into a fit that made everything go black for a moment. Her knees seemed to sag. He broke their kiss and tightened his hold on her waist. He pushed back her dark, coiling hair and pressed his mouth to the side of her neck feverishly.

“Faith,” he whispered roughly.

“I’m here,” she said.

A poignant chord struck deep inside his spirit at her two simple words. So generous. So sweet. So inviting to this crazy, but somehow inevitable experience. She shifted her chin and nuzzled his jaw. Something sharp tore through him. He turned, his mouth finding hers. They fused in a kiss. This time he took her with a raw, elemental hunger that scorched away even the most stubborn lingering doubts and confusion about what was happening to him...what was happening to them.

She arched her back against his hands, offering the soft harbor of her body as a solace to his raging, burning need. The sensation of her breasts crushed against his ribs made him groan. She rubbed against him subtly. He moved in turn, stroking her even as his flesh hardened and thrilled to her sweetness.

He made a rough sound and broke their kiss.

“You’re going to think I’m crazy, but when I was over there in that desert, I used to wish like hell you were mine and not Jesse’s. How’s that for a faithful friend?”

“Ryan,” she whispered shakily. “I don’t think you’re crazy.”

She went up on her toes and pressed her mouth to his. A shudder went through him. Suddenly, he was lifting her in his arms. His entire world shifted, until he didn’t know left from right, up from down...

...right from wrong.

The only thing Ryan knew as he carried Faith into the living room and laid her on the couch was the recognition of her in the very marrow of his bones...the basic, powerful knowledge that she was his.

He swam in a sea of Faith’s fragrance; soft, pale skin; eager, sweet lips and lush, supple curves. If he paused to think about what was happening, he’d stop, and he hated that idea.

Despised it.

He knelt next to the couch. He came down over her, his knees still on the floor, his mouth immediately finding the juncture at her neck and shoulder.

“You smell so good,” he muttered, inhaling her scent fully, feeling his blood pound in approval. She moaned softly. He relished the vibrations against his hungry lips. She arched her back. He paused, gritting his teeth at the sensation of full, firm breasts pressing against his chest. He was crazed to touch her, skin to skin. She ran her fingers through his hair, her touch causing prickles of pleasure to course down his neck and spine.

He bracketed her hips with his hands, taking her measure, finding her perfect. His fingers tugged lightly on the belt of her robe at the same time his mouth settled on warm, seeking lips. Her subtle perfume swamped his senses. He wanted to submerse himself in her and never come up for air. He probed the secrets of her mouth, relishing her unique flavor and uncommon responsiveness. She ran her hands beneath his shirt and molded his shoulder muscles into her palms.

The storm raging in his body gripped around flesh and bone, demanding release. He lifted his head a fraction of an inch, but couldn’t entirely move away from the sweetest mouth he’d ever tasted.

“Tell me you want me to go away, Faith, because I can’t seem to make myself do it,” he muttered next to her damp lips.

“No. I can’t do that,” she said. Her fingers traced his neck, and then his collarbone. He tensed when she opened the first, then second button of his shirt and stroked his chest, her fingers avid. He clamped his eyes shut, feeling the inevitability of her touch...the impossibility of denying it.

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