CEO’s Regret After I Divorced (Serena and Ryan) novel Chapter 283

Chapter 283: Chapter 283 After the Door Closes

Ryan’s lips captured mine with such hunger that I nearly lost my balance. His arms tightened around me, pulling me flush against his hard body as one hand tangled in my hair. The kiss deepened instantly, months of restraint crumbling between us like sand castles before a rising tide.

"God, I’ve missed you," he breathed against my mouth, his voice rough with desire. "Every night lying beside you, not touching you... it’s been torture."

His confession sent liquid heat pooling low in my belly. I slid my hands up his chest, feeling the rapid beating of his heart beneath my fingertips. "I’ve missed you too," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

Ryan’s eyes darkened, the storm-gray irises nearly black with passion. Without warning, he lifted me again and carried me to our bed, laying me down with surprising gentleness that contrasted with the barely restrained need in his expression.

"You’re even more beautiful now," he murmured, his gaze traveling slowly over my body. "Motherhood suits you, Mrs. Blackwood."

I reached for him, needing to feel his weight on me. "Less talking," I demanded softly, pulling at his shirt buttons.

A wicked smile curved his lips as he caught my wrists in one hand, pinning them above my head. "Patience, sweetheart. I’ve waited months for this moment. I intend to savor it."

With his free hand, he traced the neckline of my blouse, his fingers skimming just above the fabric, not quite touching my skin. The anticipation made me arch toward him, seeking contact.

"Ryan," I breathed, half-plea, half-warning.

"Yes, love?" His smile was pure sin as he slowly—agonizingly slowly—began unbuttoning my blouse, his knuckles brushing deliberately against my heated skin with each movement.

When the last button gave way, he pushed the fabric aside, his breath catching audibly at the sight of my lace-covered breasts. "Perfect," he whispered, bending to press his lips to the swell of flesh above the delicate fabric.

I shivered as he trailed kisses along my collarbone, down to the valley between my breasts. He released my wrists to slide his hands beneath me, expertly unhooking my bra in one smooth motion. As the garment fell away, he drew back slightly, his gaze appreciative and hungry.

"You have no idea how many nights I’ve dreamed of this," he confessed, cupping my breasts reverently. His thumbs brushed over the sensitive peaks, drawing a soft moan from my lips. "The sounds you make..." He smiled, repeating the motion. "I’ve missed those too."

My hands found their way to his shirt, determined to feel his skin against mine. This time he allowed it, helping me push the fabric from his shoulders until his chest was bare. I ran my palms over the defined muscles, tracing the contours I’d memorized long ago.

Ryan’s skin burned beneath my fingertips, his breathing growing heavier as my hands ventured lower. When I reached the waistband of his trousers, his larger hand covered mine, guiding it to the impressive bulge straining against the fabric.

"See what you do to me?" he murmured, his voice strained. "Just the sight of you makes me hard."

The bold declaration sent fresh heat surging through me. I squeezed him gently through the material, rewarded by his sharp intake of breath and the flash of pure need in his eyes.

In one swift movement, he had me completely undressed, his gaze devouring every inch of exposed skin with unconcealed hunger. His fingers traced patterns on my stomach, dipping lower with each pass until they brushed the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.

"Open for me," he commanded softly, his voice like velvet wrapped around steel.

I obeyed without hesitation, my legs parting as his hand slipped between them. A gasp escaped me as his fingers found their target, already slick with desire.

"So wet for me," he groaned, his touch expert and deliberate. "I’ve missed this... missed how responsive you are."

His fingers circled and stroked, building a delicious pressure that had me writhing beneath his touch. Just as I felt myself approaching the edge, he withdrew, earning a whimper of protest from my lips. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

"Not yet," he murmured, his smile promising wicked delights. "I want to taste you first."

His words, combined with the delicious friction of our bodies moving together, sent me spiraling over the edge for the second time. I clung to his shoulders, my nails leaving crescent marks in his skin as pleasure exploded through every nerve ending.

Ryan followed moments later, my name a hoarse cry on his lips as he buried himself deep inside me, his powerful body shuddering with release.

For several minutes afterward, we lay tangled together, our breathing gradually slowing, his weight a comforting pressure above me. When he finally moved to roll off me, I made a small sound of protest, not wanting to lose the connection.

He chuckled softly, pressing a tender kiss to my temple as he settled beside me, drawing me against his chest. "I’m not going anywhere," he promised, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my bare back.

I nestled into his embrace, feeling more content than I could remember being in a very long time. "That was..."

"Overdue," he finished for me, a smile in his voice. "And only the beginning."

I raised my head to look at him, finding his eyes warm with both satisfaction and renewed desire. "The beginning?" I echoed, my own body already responding to the promise in his gaze.

"Mmm." His hand slid down to cup my bottom, squeezing gently. "I told you, Mrs. Blackwood—I’ve been patient for months. Do you really think I’d be satisfied with just once?"

The heat in his eyes made my breath catch. "And here I thought the great Ryan Blackwood might need time to recover," I teased, trailing my fingers down his chest.

His answering growl was playful as he rolled us over, pinning me beneath him once more. "Let me show you exactly how quickly I recover," he murmured, lowering his head to capture my lips in another searing kiss.

As his hands began their skilled exploration of my body once more, I surrendered completely to the passion between us, knowing with perfect certainty that this—this connection, this man—was exactly where I belonged.