Roughing It With Ryan - Jill Shalvis 14 стр.



CONCENTRATING ON shoveling ice cream into her mouth at a rate that would ensure obesity by her next birthday, Suzanne headed toward her own apartment.

Her throat was tight, her eyes burned and it bugged the hell out of her. Good Lord, one would think she actually cared who that Neanderthal dated, when everyone knew he dated anything in a damn skirt.

It didnt matter, not one little bit, because she was never going to date again. She was never even going to look at another man again, no matter if he was Adonis.

Shed have to get a vibrator, of course. Or turn lesbian.

No, a vibrator would do.

Reaching out blindly for the front door of her own apartment, she nearly swallowed both her tongue and the spoon on it when she encountered a hard chest instead.

She knew that hard chest.

Suzanne.

Oh, God, she knew that voice too, mostly because it made her mouth go dry and her thighs clench together.

Two large hands settled on her shoulders. One gentle shake had her raising her head to meet his dark, dark gaze. We have to talk, he said.

She swallowed her latest bite of chocolate ice cream and thought about that. No.

There are things you need to know.

N-period-O-period, no.

The date was set up by Rafe.

You poor, poor baby. I bet it was rough.

Hey, youre the one who said I should go.

Yes. Yes, she had.

Look, Ive come to terms with this He waved a hand between them. This thing between us, and you should, too.

This thing? We have a thing? She gaped, then laughed. Dont be silly, we dont have a thing.

We sure as hell do. His forehead was furrowed as he opened her apartment door, one hand still on her arm as if he thought maybe shed bolt. Or slam the door on him.

She considered both.

All Im saying He ushered her inside. Is that we might as well see it through.

Why? To get it out of our system? We tried that! Exhaustion made her shoulders sag. Go home, Ryan.

You dont understand.

Oh, I understand perfectly. You date obsessively. Youre addicted to women!

Suzanne-

And given whats almost happened between us, twice now, I think youre also addicted tosex. She whispered the last word, horribly embarrassed that her mouth seemed to have run away with her good sense. In fact, forget him leaving, shed leave.

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He caught her in the kitchen. When he turned her back to face him, he was smiling, damn him.

Suzanne. He bit his lower lip, and she had a bad feeling it was to keep from laughing. She wondered how hed look wearing a spoonful of ice cream, and gripped her spoon and gallon tight.

If Im addicted to anything, he said. Its you. And dont take this wrong He backed her into a corner. But Im not leaving until we have this out.

Bullies had never scared her. Without stopping to think-a problem shed been addled with since childhood-she lifted her spoon, fully loaded with ice cream, and used it like a slingshot, flinging chocolate ice cream.

It hit him square on the forehead.

He lifted a hand to the spot, then looked at his chocolate-covered finger with shock. A drop of the stuff plopped from his forehead to his nose, and he shook his head, baffled. I cant believe you did that.

Believe it. She loaded her spoon again, hit him on the jaw this time. And theres more where that came from.

I take it youre not going to be logical about this. Putting a hand on the tiles edge on either side of her, effectively blocking her in, he bent slightly so that they were eye to eye. A drop of the chocolate ice cream fell from his jaw and hit her on the shoulder.

He looked down at it with gleaming eyes before he bent and licked it off.

At the feel of his tongue on her skin, her breath caught in her throat. Whatever shed been about to say or do-and damn it, it had been good, too-flew right out the window.

Now. He lifted sleepy, sexy eyes. Lets try this again. He shifted his big, warm body close without a care for the ice cream dripping over the both of them.

Yes, we need to see this through. I realize youre thrilled as hell at the thought, but- He grabbed for her wrist when she might have flung more ice cream.

Why dont you let me tell you a few things to see if we can ease your mind. Almost idly, he set the gallon container on the counter, then took her other wrist as well, leaving her pretty much his captive.

First, I do not date obsessively. Dipping his head again, he took another nibble of ice cream off her shoulder and made a low purring sound in his throat before speaking again. That would be far too tiring.

It was very difficult to follow this conversation with his hands and mouth on her. But Rafe said-

Rafe was wrong. Tonight was a fluke, he set me up when I wasnt listening.

Suzanne blinked at his flat voice. He said you go out every night.

Three nights a week.

She saw that his jaw had gone tight, and that the humor had left his eyes. Obviously he was more than a little tense, but what had made him so? She was the one picturing him going out three nights a week with a different woman each time. Fine, she said slowly, feeling more than a little confused. But you should know, I still consider three dates a week pretty sick.

He stared at her for a heartbeat, then pulled her hands behind her back, holding them there with one of his. This left his right hand free, which he took on a cruise over her shoulder, smearing the ice cream into her skin. Do you consider three dates a week sick because its me?

It had become difficult to concentrate on anything but those fingers. Uh

Do you? His fingers traced her collarbone. Suzanne?

What had he asked?

Im thinking you dont want me dating anyone. More fingers on her skin. Except, maybe, you.

Ha! She meant to sound strong and carefree, but it came out weak and breathy because his finger trailed over her throat with a light touch before he dipped it into the gallon container on the counter.

With a mischievous light in his eyes, he brought that ice-cream covered finger back to her throat and skimmed it to the wild pulse at the base of her neck.

Her nipples hardened.

Im leaving the house three nights a week, yes, he said, tracing her collarbone now. But not for dates. Very lightly he stroked that finger straight down to the top button of her sundress, which was right between her breasts. And as for being addicted to sex Now his fingers played with that first button, and before she could draw a breath, it fell open.

Before I met you I would have said of course not.

And now? Good Lord, was that her voice, all light and fluttery andinviting?

Well, if were talking about you and methen its quite possible. Another button popped open, then another, and then the strap of her sundress slid off her shoulder. With a little nudge from Ryans mouth, her breast was free. He studied the white cotton of her bra, then stroked the covered nipple with his thumb, watching it pucker all the tighter with a fascination that made Suzanne clench her thighs tight.

Have I answered all your questions?

She blinked him into focus and tried to remember.

If youre not dating the entire female species, where are you three nights a week?

Im He let out a long breath. What the hell. Im going to college at night.

But That doesnt make any sense.

Why? Because I trim trees?

What you do is more than that, she said slowly at the unfurling anger in his voice. You know its more than that.

Yes. Its been a way for my family to stay together. Its put food on the table and a roof over our heads. Its been a lifesaver, but its not the job of my heart, and I need that. I need the job of my heart, Suzanne. Im getting my landscape architectural degree this year, after six long years of taking classes whenever I could.

He was staring at her with such drive, such intensity. Contrasting sharply was the ice cream dripping off his nose.

Im sorry I smeared ice cream on you, she whispered.

Sorry enough to lick it off?

Umundoubtedly. But there was the little matter of keeping her head, so that afterwards they could walk away from each other. Licking you, she said, would be very nice, Im sure.

Nice? He let out a choked laugh. Nice.

Thats not an insult.

Really.

Look, Ill admit I feela little hot and itchy when Im near you. But-

I really hate that word but.

But She had to smile at his groan. ButI just have to be careful that we both know where we stand.

Since youre so determined to keep reminding us, how can we forget?

Yeah. His chest just barely brushed against her achy nipples. She bit her tongue to hold her moan in.

You going out on any more dates? Not that I care-

His smile was slow and devastating. You care. So do you want to know where we went, or what we did?

Neither. I dont care.

Really? You didnt care at all? Not one little bit?

No. Yes. Yes, okay? And I want to know if you touched her like youve touched me. He better not have, came her next thought, quickly followed by dismay at the possessive feelings she didnt want. She lifted a shoulder. What you did tonight is your own concern.

With a surprisingly gentle touch, he smoothed a wayward tendril of hair behind her ear. I can tell you we didnt smear ice cream on each others bodies.

Neither have we.

Ah, but the night is early. Eyes once again filled with that hot, challenging, oh-so-sexy glow, he slid his hands-still sticky-into her hair.

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Neither have we.

Ah, but the night is early. Eyes once again filled with that hot, challenging, oh-so-sexy glow, he slid his hands-still sticky-into her hair.

Youve just put ice cream in my hair.

Yes. His mouth hovered near hers. Im planning on putting it everywhere.

I dont think so.

You started this. His lips curved ever so slightly, his expression full of a laughing dare. I think you wanted this.

I wanted to

Yes? he coaxed when she didnt finish. You wanted towhat?

Okay, shed wanted to cover his body in ice cream and eat it off. But that had been when shed been mad and full of all that wild energy. That had been before, when shed felt the irrational urge to compete with his Barbie doll date.

But now she didnt want to compete with anyone.

This is such a bad idea, she whispered, just as he stroked her jaw and lowered his forehead to hers.

Probably.

So lets just walk away, she said desperately.

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