Chapter Twelve
Blaire
I decided going into the date that I wasn’t going to do anything with Ryan that I didn’t want to. If I didn’t want to have sex with him, I wouldn’t. If I didn’t want to kiss him, I wouldn’t. But I knew the moment that he took me to that underground restaurant that something would happen. Perhaps he took all the girls there, but I had a feeling that he didn’t. Ryan had a way of making me feel special, and it was something that I hadn’t felt in a very long time. I was both frightened by it and intrigued.
Of course, it didn’t harm that he was one of the best looking men that I’d ever seen in my entire life. I pulled him inside my house before I had a chance to change my mind, and I kissed him, and he returned my kiss with an unmatched passion and an intensity that I found slightly surprising but utterly arousing. Ryan didn’t even bother to start off slow, and I liked that about him. There was no messing around. I could feel that he wanted me and that just made me want him even more. I turned around.
“Unzip me,” I said.
Ryan pulled down the zipper and my dress fell to the floor. I was still wearing my heels, but because I was so much shorter than he was, I kept them on. Also, there was something exciting about standing naked with just my shoes on.
He smiled at me. “No underwear?”
I chuckled. “The dress was too tight for it.”
“I’m starting to really like that dress,” he said.
I walked to the bedroom, trying not to make a fool of myself by tripping on my heels. I could feel his eyes on me as I walked, and when I turned around, he was still looking at me.
“Come on,” I said.
He followed me into the bedroom. I took off my shoes and climbed onto the bed. I sat with my back against the wall and told him to take his clothes off. I had no idea where I was getting my confidence from, but I rather liked this side of me. As he took off his clothes, I examined his body. He was tall and muscular, and his body was almost completely covered by tattoos. I knew that he had tattoos, but I hadn’t realized quite how many. I liked what a contrast it was to my own body.
He got onto the bed on all fours, and pulled me down from my seated position so that I was now lying flat underneath him. He looked down at me and grinned. Ryan had the most mischievous smile that I had ever seen on anyone. I grinned back.
I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him down. He kissed my neck, sucking gently, the sensation both ticklish and erotic, and then moved down so that my breasts were in his mouth. He licked my nipples, kissing and sucking until the stimulation was so intense that I couldn’t take it anymore. I opened my legs, wanting him inside me.
“Do you have a condom?” I whispered. I hated asking such a serious question in the heat of the moment, but being safe was important to me. I’d had a close call before with a man that I hadn’t even loved, and I was always so careful to doing that again.
Thankfully, Ryan nodded and quickly got off the bed to grab it. His eyes locked with mine as he slid the condom on, and I shivered with the anticipation of what was to come. I was still so wet that when he moved on top of me, he slid inside me with ease. I groaned loudly as I felt him inside me. He pushed against me, leaning down to kiss me in between thrusts. Suddenly, he stopped and rolled us around so that I was now on top of him. I sat up, my hands on his chest as I swiveled my hips, teasing myself as much as I was tantalizing him. He lifted his hands toward my breasts, holding them as I rocked my body on top of him. I liked the way he looked at me, and the more desire I saw in his eyes, the more I wanted him.
It wasn’t long before I felt myself completely losing control. I looked at him, and I closed my eyes and gave into him entirely. He gave into it too, right at the same moment. The feeling was unusual for me. My past sexual relationships had never ended with us both coming at the same time. It was weird to be so in sync with someone that I had just met.
I expected him to get up immediately afterward and go back home, but he didn’t. He pulled up the covers, and the two of us lay together talking. I asked him about his tattoos, and he told me how each one signified something important to him. A lot were based on his fighting.
“Soon you’re not going to have space for any more,” I said.
“Do you like tattoos?”
I grinned. “Oh yeah. Huge turn on.”
He laughed. “You know, you’re a very interesting person. You come across as incredibly sweet, and yet you’re a bit of a maniac in bed.”
I giggled. “Really? Well, that’s good I suppose. I think?”
“Oh, it’s very good. It’s every man’s dream to be with a girl like you.”
“That’s a very nice thing to say, Knuckles.”
“I knew you were going to call me that. You see, that’s why I didn’t want to tell you.”
“Okay then, give me a nickname. Then we’re even.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Okay . . . Blaire Sunny Kaplan.”
“Sunny?”
“First, you love the color green. But mostly, you’re the happiest person I’ve ever met. You’re always smiling. It was the thing I noticed about you first in Wyoming. You bring a lot of sunshine into people’s lives.”
“Thank you,” I said. It was the nicest thing anyone had ever said to me. “But I think it has more to do with the fact that you’re used to surrounding yourself with people that want to fight you all the time.”
He laughed. “You’re a welcome change.”
We lay there for a while, just talking, and I realized how nice it was to have someone to share things with for a change. I hadn’t had a man in my bed in a very long time. But my reverie was broken by a knock on the door.
“Uh oh, is your husband home?” he teased.
I sat up. “Wow, this is a weird time for someone to be knocking.”
“Let me get it,” he said. He quickly pulled his clothes back on and ran down.
While he was downstairs, I put on a robe, as I couldn’t seem to find my dress anywhere. It was only once my robe was on that I realized the dress was still lying in the living room.
“There wasn’t anyone there. I could swear I heard someone knock though,” he said.
“It’s the second time that’s happened recently.”
“What do you mean? Someone has knocked on the door before and then disappeared?”
I nodded. “Yeah, it happened the other day too. Only that time it was at seven in the morning. I looked out, and there was nobody there. I didn’t think much of it. I thought maybe it was the kids across the road. But it’s a little creepy now that it’s happened again. I wonder if someone is trying to play a joke on me. Not a very funny one.”
“I don’t like that one bit. Do you have any ideas other than the kids across the road?”
I shook my head. “I honestly can’t think of who it could be. I haven’t done anything to upset anyone as far as I know. And I don’t have any friends who would find something like that funny. So I’m not sure.”
“Well, I don’t like it. And I’m not leaving you here knowing that there’s someone out there like that. Joke or not.”
“I don’t like it either. But don’t worry about it, Ryan. I’ll be fine.”
“I’m sure you will be, but I’m not taking that chance. I’ll just go home and worry the whole night, anyway. I’m staying with you tonight just to be sure.”
“You really don’t have to,” I insisted.
“I know. But I am,” he insisted even more.
I smiled. I liked the idea of him staying the night. The knock on the door had worried me a bit more than the first time, and I felt a lot more secure knowing that a big guy like Ryan was by my side. If anyone could make me feel safe, it was him.
“How about some coffee then?” I asked.
“Coffee sounds great. Oh, and any chance you have an Advil? I have a bit of a headache coming on.”
“Sure, I’ll bring some too. Although, I happen to know something that takes away headaches . . .”
He laughed. “Okay, I’m very glad I’ve decided to stay.”
Me too, I thought. Me too.