Never did I think that when I got on that plane I would have Ryan follow me all the way across the world and proposing, but if I’ve learned one thing about this man, it’s to expect the unexpected. “Let’s get you fed, soon-to-be Mrs. Callahan.” Ryan’s mouth lifts into a satisfied grin and I can’t help giggling. I take him in, every part of him is perfect to my eyes. The dark scruff on his chin covers a sharp jaw line, deep brown eyes that remind me of melted chocolate, and full lips that curl into a satisfied smirk every time he looks my way.

“I like the sound of that.” My response is confident as the thought of being Mrs. Callahan sends my stomach into a flurry of tingles. I lean up onto my tip toes and plant a kiss on his lips.

“Room service? Unless you wanted to go down to the restaurant in the hotel?” Knowing if we went outside we’d probably be bombarded by fan girls, I shake my head. I want time alone with him. To revel in the happiness that’s now surrounding me.

“Let’s stay in, I’ll call my dad and let him know what the doctor said. I’m sure he’s worried about me.” With that, we set about with Ryan calling room service, and me calling my dad.

Once I’ve finished my call, I head out onto the balcony. The evening is warm, with a slight breeze billowing my brown wavy hair. “All sorted?” Ryan’s deep timber comes from behind me and I nod.

“Yeah, he’s going to meet with some friends, it’s bowling night.” I tell him as he encircles me in his arms. “Did you order dinner?”

“I did. And I’ve asked them to bring some dessert too.” He murmurs in my ear, his lips whispering over the shell, which sends a shudder through me.

“Behave.”

“I am. I was just thinking of having a starter,” his rough growl has goose bumps erupting on my arms. He leans in further, suckling the sensitive skin on the nape of my neck. “Mm, delicious,” he mumbles, earning himself a giggle.

“Stop, we’re going to get our dinner soon and then you can feast on me,” I retort playfully.

“You better remember that, little lady.” Finally, he steps back, allowing me to cool myself down from the heat of having his mouth on me, his hands gripping me, and his toned, chiseled torso against me. As much as I want to be with him, I’m still nervous. I’m not sure why.

Just then, there’s a knock at the door. “Dinner’s here.” He announces as he makes his way through to open for room service. The sound of the trolley sounds through to the living area. Upon entering, I take in the amount of silver dishes.

“There’s enough here for an army. Are you crazy?” I gasp in surprise. There’s definitely enough to feed a small country.

“I didn’t know what you wanted, so I got a little bit of everything.” He shrugs nonchalantly. Lifting the lids of two platters, he reveals one with cheese and meat, and the other is filled with fruit. “There’s also lasagna, and I’ve asked them to bring a salad, I think it’s Greek.”

“Ryan, this is too much.”

His dark gaze falls on me then. “Nothing’s ever too much for you, sweetheart.” Who said romantic men don’t exist, because the one I’ve found, has it in spades.

 

* * *

 

“That was incredible.” I feel like I’m about to explode. We’ve pretty much attacked everything they’ve brought except for a small bowl which Ryan has forbid me to open. There’s not much of anything left and I have to lean back against the sofa to take a breather.

“I told you we’d make a dent in the pile of food,” he chuckles beside me, leaning over, he kisses me lightly on the cheek and rises from the sofa. I watch the way his jeans hug his ass and thighs when as he walks to the trolley, setting the plate down. “Wine?” Trailing my eyes up to his face, I find him cockily smirking at me. “Enjoying the view, baby?”

“Always,” I quip. He turns to regard me fully.

“I think it’s time we had dessert,” he growls suddenly. The rough timber of his tone, the lust lacing his words send a jolt of need zipping down my spine and desire tingles between my legs.

“And what did you have in mind, Mr. Callahan?”

In three long strides, he’s before me, both hands proffered. “Up,” he orders, I obey. Slipping my hands into his, he tugs me up. Our bodies flush, with heat swirling around us. He takes one step back and watches me with those dark eyes. “I want to watch you strip,” he says, a hint of a smile on his suddenly serious face.

“Ryan—”

“Kierra, I’d like to watch you slowly strip out of that dress, then I want to watch you unclasp your bra allowing it to pool at my feet. Then, I’d like you to turn around so I can see that pretty ass while you slip your panties over your hips, down those long legs and have you taunt the fuck out of me while you offer me glimpses of your sweet pussy. Do you think you can do that?”

He settles himself in the armchair a few feet away from me, tugging off the gray T-shirt he was wearing, he affords me with a view of his chest. The light dusting of hair that adorns his well-toned pectorals lead down to well defined abs and those V muscles pointing to the hidden thickness behind his zipper. Just below his belly button is a fine strip of dark hair, a trail to something I’m aching to feel fill me.

Slowly, I reach for the hem of my dress, tugging it up to my hips. The silence is deafening as he leans back, his one hand on the crotch of his jeans. His gaze burns into me as I lift the material up and over my head. My skin is on fire merely from his gaze.

“You’re perfect, baby,” he murmurs reverently. With such passion it knocks the breaths from my lungs. “Look at me, Kierra.” Once again, he orders, his tone low, calm, yet demanding at the same time. When my eyes meet his, I’m locked in the searing desire that’s so evident in them. “You’re beautiful.”

He lifts his hand for me to continue, so I do. Unclasping my bra as he asked, I allow it to fall at his feet. My hands are trembling as I turn and allow him a view of my ass in the tight blue cotton material.

“Fuck.”

It’s a grunt, a growl. Hooking my fingers in the waistband, I slowly tug them down. As soon as they pass the curve of my cheeks, I bend at the waist pushing them lower. A hiss from behind me has me smiling. Being able to taunt him like this has me turned on beyond imagination.

Once the flimsy material is on the floor, I step out of them. At the same time, I take off the sandals on my feet. I’m bare. Naked to his scrutiny. Turning around, I face him once more. “Is that what you had in mind, Mr. Callahan?” I question, tipping my head to the side. His face is a picture. Desire dances in his eyes to the tune of my heartbeat. The thrumming between my legs spikes when he unzips his jeans, shoving them down thick thighs. His cock, thick and hard, has my mouth watering.

“Come here, baby. I want those pretty lips on my dick.”