I struggle against Ryan, pushing back even if I am already melting.

He doesn't let go. I quite like it. His fingers dive into my hair and the gentleness in them has me shivering and whimpering against his lips. I'm suddenly lifted off the ground and onto the table. Ryan's fingers shoot up my gown, bunching up the soft material until they are high up my thigh.

His knees part my legs and I grip the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer even if my brain is telling me to do ...