It was 2:17 a.m. when my bedroom door creaked open. I was half-asleep, wearing only a thin tank top and panties, when Ryan slipped inside and locked the door behind him. Lena was out cold in the next room. The apartment was silent except for my suddenly racing heartbeat.
“No timer tonight,” he growled, voice low and rough. “I want all the time I need to ruin you properly.”
He pulled off his shirt, revealing that hard, muscled chest I’d been fantasizing about nonstop. Then he crawled onto my bed like a predator. His big hands slid under my tank top, pushing it up slowly. He took his time, kissing every inch of skin he exposed. My stomach, the underside of my breasts, my n*****s. When his mouth closed around one stiff peak and sucked hard, I moaned out loud, not caring how loud I was for o
