He raised his right hand up and softly touched the side of her face. A small touch...yet it felt the most intimate to both of them than anything they had ever felt.
As if recalling which way this possibly could lead, he tried to come out of his daze state.
And she could see it right through him, the change in his composure as if realization almost waking him up and that could go against her planning.
She did not have to do anything and the plan was in motion on its own. She would be only an utter dumb to let go of such a moment.
So she raised her hand to hold his, which was softly nudging her skin, leaning her face more to his warm touch.
She stepped in an inch closer and for her sake, he did not recede backward. When he did not, she took another step closer and more till the distance separating their body had diminished to negligence.
He could feel her body heat emanating. All the same time, she did not look away, and neither did he as if they were caught in a staring competition, not one willing to lose just yet.
When he did not react, she raised another of her hand and put it on his left pectus.
What was this woman trying to do?
He could not help but the question resonated around his mind when he could confirm that she could feel his heartbeat.
She was not letting go of his hand just yet that was on her face. And then her other hand was on his clothed chest making him feel things that he was controlling in himself.
He knew that the kisses, that he often initiated and she acted as if in shock or not responding to it at first, either way, she was into him as much as he was.
She was not any ordinary woman. At least that was confirmed. When nobody dared to get to close him the way she did, the first time they met.
And then putting her own life at risk to save him, when he had just humiliated her in front of the guards about her inferior background.
She was a sweet mystery to him. One that he wanted to decode to the point that nothing was left.
But then how was he to focus when she would act like that?
She let go of his hand on her face even though he had not pulled away yet. She used that to wrap the other hand of his around her waist, almost making the friction felt between their nether regions.
They both skipped a breath together. It was evident in both of their eyes as they both could see it in each other.
If he was not going to make the move, she had to take charge. What was she thinking that he would be just like any other man who would be lost in her?
It was Ryan Del Cardoso after all, she was with him. She would be a fool to think that those simple acts of seduction were going to have any effect on him.
She inched her face closer, leaning toward his direction, to the point that their noses were touching each other, feeling each other's hot breath hitting their skin.
She licked her lips, wondering why she had not felt his lips yet on hers. Should not he be all over her by then?
It would always be him... who would be initiating or dominating his way to a kiss, taking her by shock every time he did.
And here she was surrendering to him on her will. What was stopping him?
She moved her head in a way, that their lips would brush against each other, still as unmoving as he stood.
What was with him?
Even though the hand around her waist tightened its hold, she could tell that she was having an effect, but still not enough for him to lose himself to her.
Did she have to go to the point of asking him to do it?
Some men could be wired that way and she was resorting to keeping all of her cards open to put to use.
"Kiss me...Ryan..."
She had intended to make it sound seductive, but all it came out as a mere whisper and she was not even sure if he heard her past her increasing heartbeats.
Oh, he did hear her...he indeed did. Why was she hell-bent on making him lose himself?
The mental struggle he was having within himself...his sheer desire for her wanting to give her all of him and his fucking brick head still calculating what was coming next.
"Please..."
Fucking Jesus!
He cursed in his mind. The way she looked up at him as she asked him about it.
He had never come to the point where a woman had to request him. He would always be giving it to her before that.
Then what was the deal with Alister Flow?
His palm slowly graced her face and then rested on her to trace her parted lips, she closed her eyes for a brief second before opening them to match his once again.
That was unique for him. A woman, at least the one he had bedded could never maintain such a deep eye contact throughout.
She was different. And so everything about her that came with her.
He graced her lower lip with his thumb, feeling the moisture and the softness. He had tasted those lips a few more times.
"Just a kiss?"
He let out, as if asking her if it was only a kiss that she desired, or if she was willing for more.
"More than...a kiss."
The response took him off guard. The woman never failed to surprise him.
His eyes turned darker as more time passed. She was making it so hard not to give in. She was letting out a lustrous deal. And he would be a fool if he did not drive in.
So he claimed her lips for a deep kiss, one that made her squirm in his arms. His arm around her waist kept her steady.
As he thrust his tongue inside her mouth she willingly opened up to him, welcoming his sweet intrusion.
It did not even last more than a few seconds before he stopped, making her wonder what happened.
She felt his lips brushing up her skin and close to her ears, making her feel ticklish.
"That is all you get, Love...before you become my wife."
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