Chapter 830

Startled, Ryan tried to catch me, but my movement ended up tugging him along, too–he collided into me, accidentally pinning me against the wall.

This unexpected accident took all the unsaid tension between us and turned it into something much more intimate.

My breath caught, and I looked down. Ryan’s breathing was tight, almost held back, his chest heaving and his Adam’s apple working as he tried to swallow.

“Vic, I…” Ryan might’ve matured over these two years, but right now, he was as awkward and shy as ever–a boy all flustered. He dropped his gaze to me, one big hand bracing beside me, lowering his head, his eyes searching for my lips.

His heat rubbed off on me, and I definitely wasn’t some starry-eyed schoolgirl anymore. But honestly, seeing Ryan like this–soft and irresistible–he was a rare and breathtaking sight in my eyes.

My fingers found their own way to his wide, firm shoulders, clinging to him as I tipped my head up and let our lips tangle together.

Ryan was far from experienced–his movements still raw and unpolished–but that reckless surge of youth made him impossibly wild. Without warning, he hoisted me up in his arms, too impatient to hold back.

A startled gasp escaped me–in an instant, I was no longer craning my neck to meet his gaze. Instead, he’d lifted me so high that he had to look up at me, and being perched above him like that… It was a heady, powerful feeling.

His breathing grew ragged; lust darkened his flushed face, and the veins standing out on his forehead only made him seem even more irresistibly intense.

My pale fingers stroked his striking, young face. Heat radiated from his skin, and the moment his lips tore away from mine, he immediately trailed kisses down to my collarbone.

There was so much heat between us, I could barely stop myself from crying out.

In the prime of my youth, to fall for a man this wild–I found myself secretly glowing inside, thinking, ‘Nothing in the world could be sweeter than this.’

Ryan swept me up and carried me up the stairs, every step slow and purposeful; all the while, his hands wandered, never breaking the intoxicating contact.

I could feel every footfall thrum right through my chest, each one making my heart skip harder—as if he was claiming a piece of me with every step. Instinctively, my arms wound even more tightly around him.

He led us straight into a bedroom on the darkened second floor, never flicking on a light. With the greatest tenderness, he lowered me to the bed as if I was something fragile.

The dress I had on tonight zipped up the back, and Glory had awkwardly fumbled with it downstairs, trying but failing to figure it out.

Now, I turned my back to him, gathering my hair to one side to make the zipper easy for him to see.

His fingers were shaking a little; while the room was pitch black, the tension between us hung in the air, broken only by his heavy breaths and the tiny clicks of the zipper moving.

I lay face-down on the sheets, breathing in sun-drenched linen and Glory’s intoxicating scent–clean, dry, and all tangled up with that raw masculinity.

The warmth of his hands moved slowly over my back, every motion gentle and so controlled, I could feel how hard he was holding back.

I pushed myself up, and my floral dress suddenly slipped down, baring my now fuller cleavage. In the hazy light, I caught Ryan’s eyes go wide and unfocused, completely mesmerized by the sight.

Seeing Ryan look so thrilled and overjoyed actually made me feel a bit bashful.

He sat down and, in the next moment, swept me up onto his lap, burying his face right in my cleavage.

The sounds echoing through the darkness were downright scandalous. Ryan must’ve been holding back forever, because that night, he seriously went five whole rounds. I couldn’t for the life of me figure out where he got that kind of stamina.

Honestly, he totally changed how I see guys. Ryan was all red-faced and flustered, but still somehow full of energy.

“Vic, are you worn out?” he whispered from behind, his voice all hoarse and low in my ear. “Did I go too far?”

My legs were jelly, but when I heard him ask, I could only mumble, “I’m okay…really…”

I crashed so hard, I didn’t even have a single dream–seriously, I was wiped out.