The need for him filled her with pain and Shawna longed for relief. Gripping his hips between her thighs, her body rocked back and forth in search of it. Desire twisted inside of her and her toes curled at the base of his spine. A sound of pure bliss surfaced in her throat and emerged as a wild moan.
The room spun when a series of earth-shattering orgasms rattled through her. The whole house seemed to rock with the impact of the tremors.
Mere moments later, Ryan surged within her. He began thrusting harder, his path eased by the wetness only he could inspire—once, twice—and then he uttered a deep groan, bowing his head to her shoulder as the same seismic vibrations overtook him.
When it was over, their heavy, breathless panting could be heard in the dark room. Ryan continued to hold onto her hands, still stretched above her head.
The short session had only whetted Shawna’s appetite. She looked at him with renewed desire.
“I never forgot you,” she whispered.
Their gazes locked. “I never forgot you, either, love. You’re my everything. Everything.”
With their faces so close together, she could clearly see his expression. Fierce hunger darkened his eyes.
“Take me upstairs,” she said.
He pulled up his pants and lifted her from the floor. They spent the rest of the night getting reacquainted.
Chapter Fifteen
Ryan awoke with a start and sat up, his subconscious alerting him that he wasn’t in his own bed. He looked around the small space and gradually his memory came back.
Shawna’s bedroom.
He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and swung his legs off the bed, squinting at the sun coming in through the window. She must be downstairs already because he didn’t hear her in the adjoining bathroom.
Smiling to himself, he stood up, thinking about the night before.
Shawna.
He was behaving like a man experiencing his first love, but it might be an accurate description. He’d never felt this way about anyone.
The experience with Shawna in Chicago had become the benchmark by which he measured every other woman. It didn’t make sense when he considered they’d only had those two days, but no other woman had ever made him feel such an intense attraction. Not a single one, and it wasn’t for lack of trying to recapture the feeling.
One by one, he lifted his clothes from the floor and put them on. He went downstairs and found her in the kitchen wearing a white silk robe, looking out the window over the sink. He walked toward her.
“Good morning,” he said.
“Morning,” she greeted over her shoulder. He knew what she was doing. Overthinking, overanalyzing.
Shawna sipped her coffee, reliving what had happened and hiding from her feelings and what she’d done. She’d been so caught up, not bothering to think about what it all meant. This morning she’d woken up and tried to figure out if this meant they were a couple, or was this one of those odd reconnects with no real definition. And if so, could she handle it?
She considered her life as near to perfect as it could be. She owned her own place in an exclusive part of town, she had a successful business and a clique of close girlfriends she could call on any time she needed companionship. But Ryan added a dimension she hadn’t anticipated, and it threatened to disrupt her peaceful life.
She wanted to do the modern thing and act as if sleeping with him had been no big deal, but it was a big deal to her.
“Coffee?” she asked.
“No.” She heard him come closer. “Can I tell you what I really want this morning?”
“Sure. Would you prefer tea or juice?”
“Neither,” he said quietly. “I’d rather have you.”
Shawna closed her eyes and tightened her fingers around the mug before carefully setting it on top of the counter. “You had me last night,” she said in an effort to resist the inevitable outcome.