Twenty-Four

Dani:

What was I doing?

I couldn't begin to answer that.

At this point, I blamed it on how long it had been since I had wanted this, wanted a man other than Will. The smell of Ryan's soaps had me inebriated, fascinated, and fixated on him, and the scotch only stoked the fire that had been stirring in the pit of my stomach.

His boxers wouldn't fit, not even close. He had no idea I was bare beneath his t-shirt, and the way he pressed against me, the way he kissed me, had me ready to throw everything out the window. I wanted to risk it all.

"More," I hummed when he pushed himself between my legs, giving me a small taste of the friction I craved from him.

Ryan's fingers tightened around me. His breath became more ragged. His groans turned to a low, dangerous sound that had……