Slowly, she lifted her skirt, and his nostrils flared as he watched her movements. The material gathered around her thighs and she climbed on, sinking onto his turgid flesh, letting his heat fill her. A tortured groan filled the small enclosure. Shawna had no idea if the sound came from him or her, but it embodied everything she felt inside—a need for him that was borderline painful.
Arms wound around his neck, she writhed on his hips in sweet agony. More kisses, breathless, hungry. Ragged breaths expelled from their lungs with the urgency of their desire. His hands tightened on the flesh of her bottom and her moans became louder as she edged toward release.
“Wrap your legs around me, love,” he said, his voice dark and low. “Let me get in there good.”
She did as he instructed, crossing her ankles high on his back. He leaned forward, swelling, going even deeper. “That’s it,” he rasped, his jaw tight. “Ah, you feel so good. I missed you.”
She couldn’t tear her eyes away, caught in his gaze, their connection deep and profound.
With his hand braced against the wall and one strong arm supporting her back, Ryan shifted them into a forty-five degree angle. He surged inside of her. The shoes slipped from her elevated feet and clattered to the floor, but it didn’t stop their frenzied pumping.
Her head fell back as she abandoned herself to the sexual rhythm. The ceiling light swirled with each thrust of his hips. She felt the gentle rasp of his tongue as it took turns on each of her nipples before he sucked one between his lips. The sensitive flesh throbbed with each protracted pull of his mouth, and she closed her eyes to savor the fiery sensations he ignited across her skin and through her veins.
Suddenly, her whole body exploded like a series of grenades had been detonated. Crying out in a strangled voice, Shawna’s entire body tightened around him like a vice. The aftershocks rippled through her in a powerful wave.
Ryan crushed her against him. His hand fisted at her back as he climaxed right behind her, letting loose a primal groan into the curls swept to the side of her head.
Their harsh breathing couldn’t drown out the sound of high heels on the tile, and the door swinging shut penetrated the afterglow. Someone had just left. They’d been so entrenched in their lovemaking they hadn’t heard anyone enter.
Shawna placed her feet on the floor as Ryan straightened on the seat. She gently brushed the damp hair from his temple and ran her fingers along the back of his neck and upper back. She rubbed his shoulders, pressed her nose to the collar of his shirt and closed her eyes. He smelled so good. A mixture of sweat, cologne, and man.
“I missed you, too,” she whispered. “I’m sorry.”
“There’s nothing to be sorry about. We both said things we shouldn’t have. Nothing matters but right now. We’ll keep the past in the past.”
She kissed his rough jaw. “Don’t leave me again.”
“I won’t. I promise.”
Chapter Twenty-one
Although Shawna wanted to slink away from prying eyes, she and Ryan agreed they owed Jerome and Jessica the courtesy of an in-person goodbye.
They did what they could to fix their clothes, but she had no doubt anyone who took a look at them would know what they’d done in the bathroom stall. Their clothes were wrinkled and their faces flushed. And no matter how much she tried, nothing she did could revive her limp curls.
If their general appearance didn’t tip off the average observer, Ryan’s hand fastened around hers provided another clue. It was a territorial move, and it made a statement that she may have arrived with someone else, but they were leaving together because she was his. Not that she minded. Her fingers curled tightly around his, too, staking her own claim as she stayed close to his side.