Ryan turned for the umpteenth time. He knew it wasn't the nerves of meeting Claire's mother in a few hours. Well, maybe just a little bit. He was finding that he really wanted to impress her. He had never been one to care what people think of him but, somehow he wanted Claire's mother to like him.
He stared at his white ceiling. He really wanted to sleep. The only problem with that was seeing her face every time he closed his eyes. He brought his hand to his pounding heart. Is this how love felt like? He had never felt like that with Vanessa. Sure, they had great sex and were compatible but he was realizing that there was no love between them. She never filled his mind like Claire did. She never made him want to lose control like Claire did. She never...
The alarm rang besides him; 5a.m. He turned it off, got out of bed and put on his running clothes. Some fresh air will definitely do him good.
The run had almost worked until he got home to find Claire in his kitchen. He wanted to move but his legs were out of service that moment. She was still wearing her spaghetti night gown with a matching robe which wasn't tied at the center. He could see her dark nipples through the gown.
He sighed in frustration. Was this surely going to be an everyday thing; him getting hard every time she enters a room?
Her light gasp snapped him out of his head. "I didn't know you were out." she immediately fastened her robe which Ryan frowned at.
"Yeah, just needed some air." he raked his hand into his hair.
"Oh."
"I should probably shower." he gestured to his body. "Sweat and all."
"Okay. Me too.'
Care to join me? The words almost rolled out of his mouth. So, not trusting himself not to say something stupid, he just nodded and headed straight to his bedroom.
Ryan closed his eyes as the cold water touched his skin. He brought his hand down to his erection and began stroking slowly. His mind pictured Claire in her short night dress, her perfect round breasts, the way her lips were slightly parted, the way those nipples had begged him to touch, taste and suck them. He finished with a groan and watched his seed went into the drainage. He wanted her so bad and this wasn't working because he was hard again. Looks like a few more minutes in the shower again.
***
Claire climbed down on the last step and came to a halt when she heard Marcus's laughter from the kitchen. She walked slowly like a hunter trying not to scare off his prey.
Speechless.
Marcus and Ryan were sitting next to each other. She couldn't hear what they were saying but apparently it was funny because Ryan was laughing.
He had now changed into black denims and a grey sweater. His hair was still damp from the shower and he couldn't have looked more sexier.
Gosh, everything about this man turned her on.
She saw him ruffle Marcus's hair and almost screamed 'he doesn't like that' but what was surprising was Marcus. He didn't shy away or show any discomfort. Infact he smiled? What was happening?
"Morning, baby." she said as she stepped into the room and kissed Marcus in his hair.
"Don't I also get a morning kiss?" Ryan crossed his arms and leaned lazily on his chair.
She sat on her chair and mimicked his actions. "Why should you get a kiss?" She was playing with dangerous waters. She knew that. Especially with the I'm-gonna-eat-you-alive look he was giving her.
"Okay," Mark stood from his chair, "I'm going to get ready." He left leaving Ryan and her alone.
Honestly she couldn't trust herself with him alone. They were just staring at each other. Her attention went to his finger which was circling the rim of his cup.
"Stop doing that," she whispered. She knew he heard her because he shifted in his seat.
"Doing what?"
She snorted. "Your fingers. Stop doing that with your fingers. Please"
"Come here." There was command in his voice and Claire found herself walking towards him. He looked her up and down. He wasn't even touching her but his stare was putting her whole body on fire.
"What did you do to me, woman?" he whispered as he traced his fingers up her arm. His fingers were leaving goosebumbs everywhere they touched. She stood between his legs and he continued to stare at her as if daring her to make the first move.
She raised her hand and ran it through his hair. He closed his eyes and whispered to her, "Do that again." She smiled and repeated her notion.
She felt like she would faint when he put his face between the valley of her breasts and breathed in her scent. "Your scent drives me so fucking crazy. You've no idea the things I want to do to you."
Her breath hitched in her throat when he slid his hand up her thigh. She would've fallen if she wasn't holding on to him. "Ryan? Please." What was she begging for exact? He seemed to know because his hand touched the part which was begging for attention. She tightened her hold on him when he made contact with her vagina.
"I've barely touched you but you're so wet, baby." His words only made her pussy throb. She wanted him to touch her and either he was telepathic or she had said it out loud, but he began to play with her clit.
"Mom, can you come here for a second?" They heard Marcus call from upstairs. Ryan's hand went to rest on her waist faster than lightning but they didn't detach themselves from each other.
"I'm going to kill him." Claire murmured on his hair. She felt him laugh.
"Don't do that." He made her look at him and his face turned serious. "Come to my room tonight."
There was no hesitation in her voice. "Okay." She started to move away from him. "Will you be okay?"
He followed her eyes to his pants. He chuckled, "Believe it or not, this isn't the first time you've left me with a hard on."
She made an 'oh' sound and hurriedly left.
***
"I'm telling you, Ava, I'm don't even know what to do," Claire said, running a hand through her hair. "All I think about is him."
Ava raised an eyebrow, a sly grin spreading across her face. "Well, I know I would if he was there for me like he was for you yesterday.'
Claire blushed, chuckling. "Shut up. He was just comforting me."
Rachel laughed. "Uh huh. I know what I saw."
Claire sighed, leaning back in her chair. "I didn't expect that from him. Remember how Issac got after I told him I had a son?"
Ava's expression softened. "I know, sweetie. You deserve nice things too. You deserve better; and I think you've found him."
Claire looked at Ava, considering her words. Maybe she was right. Maybe it was time to take a chance.
She took a deep breath. "I'm meeting him tonight."
A knowing grin made its way to Ava's lips." Don't tell me.. Are we finally losing the V-card?" Claire nodded and Ava yelled a Yes!
Claire apologised for her friend to a few heads that had turned their way. "Can you be quiter, please?"
Ava slowed her breath. "We're going shopping." Claire exhaled a no but Ava was already dragging her out of the coffee shop.