Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 68870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
“No,” I mumble to myself. He will come for me. And when he does, I know in my heart that we won’t be separated again.
When I go upstairs to take a break, I notice a tiny smudge on the doorframe. As I get closer, I see that the building has been marked with a teeny, tiny black crow, etched in charcoal. I’ve seen it inside the book we use to pass notes, and the sight of it gives me a thrill. I’m not sure what this means, but it is definitely a sign of something. It has to be.
After I grab a drink, I go to the circulation desk to see the book in the stacks waiting to be checked in. There’s a note inside and my heart beats faster as I read it.
Remember to maintain the sprinklers.
It’s Ryan. I told him about the room with the hidden art and how it was the sprinkler maintenance closet under the stairs. My chest pounds as I grab the note and make my way to the room. Will he be there?
Going to the storage rooms of the art museum and staring at the art isn’t the same as it used to be. Each time I come here, I’m reminded of my phone call from Ryan and the first time I heard his deep voice. Until that morning, my life had been fine. But since then I’ve realized I didn’t know how lonely I truly was. Ryan did that to me.
When I get to the room and sneak to the back, I look around at the art, but there is no magic like before. I turn around but don’t see him, and then I sigh as I sink down on a bench.
“Maybe I’m too late,” I say out loud, expecting no answer in return.
“I’d wait forever for you.”
His strong masculine voice rolls over me, and I jump up as he steps out of the shadows.
I don’t know if I run into his arms or he rushes to me first, but either way, I’m off the ground and in his arms before I can blink.
“Oh God, Naomi,” he says, kissing my hair and then my face when I lean back to look at him. “I missed you so much.” He kisses my lips.
My fingers go to his hair that’s a little longer and shaggier than I recall. I want to ask him a thousand questions, but I want to kiss him, too. Our lips win out, and they do the talking for us.
Chapter Ten
Ryan
Holding her in my arms makes all the pain in my chest go away. I squeeze her until she whines, and then I loosen my grip.
“Sorry,” I say, pressing my forehead to hers. “I just missed you so much.”
“I’ve missed you, too. I’m so sorry, Ryan. I should have gone with you when you asked.”
“You have nothing to be sorry for,” I say, shaking my head. “This was the best way I knew how to keep you safe.”
I kiss her again, and all the emotions I’ve held back come flooding in. My hand moves to her ass, and I grip her as I walk over and press her against the wall. She rubs her body against me, and I can’t wait any longer. I was going to wait and go slow, but I can’t. I’ve been without her for too long. I’ve had eyes on her at all times, but it’s still been agony to be apart. I knew she was mine, and not having her in my arms was pure torture.
Reaching down, I pull my cock free as she tugs her skirt up. Our kisses are frantic and our hands are fast as she pulls her panties to the side and I sink inside her in one hard thrust.
“Fuck,” I grunt as my lips move to her neck. “I love you, Naomi. I should have told you.”
“I love you, too, Ryan,” she breathes as her fingers grip my hair.
Her arms go around my neck and I hold her against the wall as I move in and out of her. Her body remembers my touch, and her legs spread further apart to take me. I’m rougher than I should be, but my need for her is overwhelming my need to slow down.
“It’s too fast,” I say trying to slow down.
“Don’t stop.” She tightens her legs around me and pulls me deeper.
I clench my jaw, trying to keep from cumming. I know I shouldn’t go off inside her. We didn’t use protection last time, but it’s so good I can’t stop.
Her body shutters and her breath catches as she rubs her clit against me. I thrust hard one last time and she cries out my name as she cums on me. I can’t pull out, as she triggers my own orgasm and I hold myself deep inside her warm body.