Against The Wall by Rhyannon Byrd Read Free Book Online

Ryan. Because I want you.” She swallowed, panted—pleaded with the hungry look in her eyes. “Because I want you to want me the same way.”
    He smiled at that, but there was no joy in it, no warmth. Without taking his eyes from hers, he reached behind her to draw the blinds, then closed his large hands over her bare shoulders. With insistent pressure, he easily maneuvered her to the side until the smooth surface of the wall was at her back. When he had her where he wanted her, he let go.
    “Well, I’m here now,” he drawled in a husky rasp. “If you want me to give it to you, Shea, get rid of the clothes.”
    “What?” she asked blankly, not quite following his sudden change in mood. One minute he was pissed at her—and in the next he wanted to have sex?
    “You heard me. Strip that pathetic excuse for a dress from this little body and I’ll think about giving you the screwing you went looking for tonight.”
     
    Shea stiffened, instinctively trying to pull away at his snide tone, but a big hand gripped her arm, holding her in place. “Last chance, Shea. Take it off now or don’t ever come near me again.”
    Ryan was calling her bluff. It was a challenge. She could see it in his eyes and the grim set of his mouth. Shea understood that much and she also believed him. And she wanted him enough to go through with it. Wanted him enough to hope that somehow she’d reach him this way, when every other way had failed.
    You can do this…you can do this…you can do this!
    She silently repeated the litany over and over, determined to see this through, no matter how daunting the idea seemed of stripping naked in front of him while he stood before her completely clothed and acting like an ass. She had to see this through, because no way in hell was she willing to give up on him now.
    Forget her heart. Forget how she felt about him. Forget the emotions involved. She owed this to her poor, sex-starved body. Owed it the fuck of a lifetime, and Ryan McCall was the perfect man for the job.
    For the first time in her life, she was going to be the one having all the fun—the one getting the stud instead of the dud. Her one pathetic attempt at sex had been the biggest screw-up in the history of screwing, because she’d been so busy listening to her mind, she hadn’t heard her body.
    But she was listening to it now. And it told her that Ryan McCall made Jimmy Prescott look like a limp-dicked little prick with peach pits for balls.
    Oh yeah, she’d made a bad decision the first time around, mostly from letting stupid fear dictate her actions. Hey Shea…you gotta get a guy. And Shea…you better make sure it’s a guy you can handle. So she had, only to end up with Jimmy, who’d cared more about messing up his hair than getting her off. And then it’d been Whoa, Shea…you must’ve been out of your friggin’ mind!
    Right there—the story of her life. So much time wasted waiting for what she wanted to come to her. Too many years spent living like a nun, hiding behind her fears and labels. Too many nights spent alone, when she should’ve dragged her head out of the sand ages ago and opened her eyes to a world of sensual possibilities.
    Of course, it wasn’t until Ryan had flashed her that lopsided grin of his that she’d truly understood what she’d been missing out on. And now that she knew, she was ready to know a whole hell of a lot more, no matter how much of a warning her heart was screaming at her.
    No snotty-nosed little dickhead for her this time around. Oh no. Her body had chosen a guy with enough explosive, dominating sexuality to keep her pulsing with pleasure until she passed out—and Shea was looking forward to every single decadent second of it.
    He wasn’t a pretty-boy piece of eye-candy, and she liked that. For the life of her, Shea had never been able to understand Hollywood’s obsession with androgynous men. Bleck! What woman in her right mind wanted to go out with a guy who was prettier than she