Love Found in California (The Washington Triplets) by Melissa Rolka Read Free Book Online Page B

Just like everything else with Ryan, he broke barriers in me that he didn’t know existed. “What can I do? You’re scaring me.”
    I wanted to tell him that I had just read an article about a newer director in entertainment by the name of Eric Black and just what Eric Black meant to me … but I couldn’t get any words out.
    “Is it about your mom, love?” This I had talked to Ryan about gingerly. He knew how badly I missed her and just what she meant to me, but I never expanded on my torn relationships with my sisters and my dad. And I certainly never talked about my past dating life, lack thereof and who had darkened my world permanently.
     
    After the breakdown in my office, Ryan insisted I go home and rest. To be sure I left, he even drove me home, took me to our bedroom, stripped me of my work clothes, which had improved since marrying Ryan, and slipped me into one of his t-shirts. Tucking me under the covers, he kissed my head and told me to call him for any reason at all.
    Just after three, the door opens, much earlier than Ryan usually comes home. He races up the stairs, quieting his steps just as he approaches our room.
    “I’m awake,” I say with a smile.
    “Oh good. How do you feel?” he asks while unbuttoning his shirt, tossing it over to the hamper.
    “Better. I actually took a nap. I was more sore and tired than I had thought,” I tell him honestly. Swinging my legs around the bed I watch Ryan take his pants off and throw on some shorts. He makes his way over to me and then kneels in front of me.
    “Good,” he replies with a smile that settles somewhere between sweet and sexy. His hands rest on my bare thighs and begin to move slowly, tingling my skin. “You positive?”
    “Yes, much better. Thank you for everything today, Ry. I—”
    “The days not over, love,” he says with a slight rising of his one eyebrow, as if asking for clearance. I can’t resist matching his eyebrow gesture with my own. His smile instantly turns from sweet to sexy.
    When his lips hit my inside thigh, my eyelids flutter and then close. I inhale and exhale, sighing with satisfaction. With each movement and kiss, Ryan’s eyes measure my response, looking to me to see if he should continue. He loves to observe and account for all my reactions, as do I with him. The higher his lips travel the more my anticipation grows while the worry and panic of earlier drift further away.
    His fingers creep up to my panty line and then he begins to pull them downward, stopping his kisses when his lips meet the cotton. Our eyes lock on each other, me easily mesmerized by the intent brown coloring of his. I lift and he slides the cotton from my behind, over my thighs and off all together. Slowly, he raises one leg and then the other over his shoulders, as he continues to kneel in front of me.
    “Relax, Mik,” he breathes against my upper thigh. Our eyes still meeting each other until I allow myself to fall back onto the bed.
    When Ryan’s mouth covers me, I moan out without resistance for the instant feeling of stress leaving my body. As Ryan makes me feel all things good, pleasurable and satisfying, I take ease in knowing that this will be the only man until I die that will make me feel this way.
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    Lying with Ryan curled around me in a feeling of ecstasy, I listen to our breathing. After a while, Ryan turns me to face him, scanning my face and holding my cheeks. “I talked to the therapist’s office.” He pauses to watch my reaction, but I don’t let myself react because there is no need to panic. We already agreed that we would go to therapy together. “Three days, she’ll see just you, but I’ll come with. Then we’ll go in together when she feels you are ready. Okay?”
    Twitching my lips back and forth I contemplate what to say, but Ryan assures me. “We are a team. I’m your husband and we’ll do this together.”
    “Okay,” I breathe out, maybe a little too sharply.
    Accepting my answer, he kisses my