If I Need You (If You Come Back To Me 5) - Page 27

She leaned forward and caught his mouth again, plucking at his lips, coaxing and tempting him until he thought he would explode, then and there.

His hands moved on her hips, drawing up her robe and nightgown. When his fingers skimmed the satiny skin of her thighs, he grimaced, need clutching at him with talon-sharp claws. He once again took control of their kiss, ravaging her tenderly. His hand moved, drawing down her panties, finding her heat.

She was soft and warm and wet, and when he touched her, her whimper pierced straight through him.

He never h

ad a logical thought after that point. The world became his hunger. His world became Faith.

He tried to remove his pants, but she held him fast in her kiss, and goodness knows he was too wild for her taste to protest. His need drove at him relentlessly, however. He finally broke their kiss and pressed his mouth against the upper curve of her breast. Her robe had fallen open. Only a layer of thin cotton separated her skin from his caressing lips. She furrowed her fingers through his hair and held him to her as he explored firm, feminine flesh. When he reached the peak of a breast, he took it into his mouth, laving the pebbled, turgid nipple through the fabric.

Her sharp cry was his siren call.

He moved over her, need making him blind to everything but sensation. He felt her wet heat on the tip of his erection and muttered a curse that was a prayer.

“Oh...heavens,” he heard her say as if from a great distance. Desire pummeled him, gripping, squeezing...

He drove into her heat, feeling her deepest embrace in every cell of his body.

“Are you all right?” he managed between a clenched jaw. He pried open his eyelids. The vision of Faith laying there while they were fused, her dark hair spread on the cushion, her lovely face tight and glazed with desire, was scorched into his brain...quite possibly for an eternity.

She reached for him, her fervent kiss his answer.

* * *

The buzzing sound of his cell phone interrupted his heated memories. Ryan glanced at the number, scowling, and hit the receive button.

“Hey,” Ryan greeted his sister gruffly.

“Did I wake you up?” Mari, his sister, asked.

“No, I was watching the Tigers game. I’m going to drive over to the airport here in a bit to meet with the owner of a Cessna I want to buy. What’s up?”

“I just wanted to confirm lunch tomorrow. Did Faith say she’d come?”

Ryan and Mari had been close growing up, but the sudden, tragic loss of their parents when Mari was eighteen and Ryan was twenty had tightened their bond even more. He could hear the threads of anxiety and excitement in his sister’s voice at the prospect of meeting Faith. When he’d told his sister last night about Faith and the pregnancy, she’d first expressed her worry about how he was handling things. After she’d listened to him describe Faith, however, excitement had started to filter into her voice.

“She’ll be there. Are you sure you should make the trip?” Ryan asked, standing and turning off the television.

Mari laughed. In his mind’s eye he could clearly see the droll roll of her whiskey-colored eyes. “I think I’m up to the hour drive from Chicago to Harbor Town. You’d better get used to the idea that a pregnant woman isn’t disabled, Ryan.”

“Between you and Faith constantly telling me, I’ll likely learn the lesson soon enough,” he mumbled dryly as he pulled a shirt out of the closet.

“Good. Faith sounds like she’ll keep you in line. Can you pick me up at Brigit’s? I wouldn’t ask, but I promised to meet with Deidre about the project she’s started for veterans with post-traumatic stress syndrome at the center,” Mari explained. She referred to The Family Center, the innovative community and treatment center for survivors of substance abuse that Mari had begun several years ago. Mari, the Reyes family, and all of the Kavanaugh children were intimately involved in the funding and workings of The Family Center, since all of them were direct survivors of substance abuse. Members of all three families had lost family members following a car wreck caused by Derry Kavanaugh when he’d been driving drunk seventeen years ago.

“Yeah, I wanted to double check with Deidre that she’s all squared away with Scott to fly to Tahoe tomorrow, anyway,” he said. “I’ll pick you up at twelve-thirty,” Ryan said before he bid her goodbye and hung up the phone.

He finished dressing, intent on going to the airport and finalizing the details for his purchase of the new plane for Eagle Air.

He only hoped Faith hadn’t changed her mind about agreeing to come tomorrow.

* * *

Faith stood in her backyard the following morning watching Topsy poke her nose into every possible crevice she could. She soaked up the warm sunshine, glorying in the first bona fide springlike day of the year.

“Faith?”

She spun around at the sound of the deep voice calling from the front of the house. “Ryan, I’m back here!”

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