The First Last Boy by Sonya Weiss Read Free Book Online Page B

life I don’t know anything about,” I said, hoping maybe he’d tell me what that part was.
    “And it’s going to stay that way.”
    Ryan should know I didn’t blow off that easily. “You said you took a bullet. What did you mean?”
    The impatience was back, stronger this time. He gave me a hard look. “Tana, trust me when I tell you my past is a world you don’t want to know anything about.”
    “If it concerns you, I do.”
    He assessed me, his eyes going dark and then haunted. “You think you’re ready for my world?”
    His question was heavy with a meaning I didn’t really understand, but I nodded anyway.
    “Come inside.” He walked back into the garage and without turning on the light headed into the small office. Pushing open the door, he stepped in, waited for me to enter and then slammed the door hard behind me. The glass in the small window rattled and I jumped slightly. “Alright, rich girl, I’ll show you.”
    I hated when he called me that. Rich girl was a different world, a different person. He was only saying it to try and get under my skin. When he wanted me to stop pushing him for answers that bothered him, he would needle me, trying to drive me away but this time it wasn’t going to work. “Show me what?”
    Dropping his hands to his belt buckle, he unfastened it and slowly unzipped his jeans. I breathed faster and jerked my gaze to his face. “What are you doing?”
    “Showing you the world you’re so concerned about.”
    He pushed his jeans down to his knees and I gasped at the long, puckered scar on the upper part of his right thigh. He tapped the area. “I took a bullet meant for Chanos.”
    I tried not to focus on the hard muscles of his legs, on the outline of what I could see he was packing in his boxers. It became harder to breathe as a wave of desire slammed into me and I had to force my attention away from the bulge. “You saved a life. Even if the guy is a bad person like that dealer. That makes you a hero.”
    “Shit, Tana.” He jerked his jeans up and zipped them. “I’m not a hero.” He stared down at me, his eyes a riptide of danger. “Especially yours.”
    I stared back at him, catching how his own breathing picked up, how he swallowed hard, clenched his hands into fists and held himself so rigidly away from me. “You’re thinking about how much you want me,” I said.
    “No, I’m not.” His voice denied what his body told the truth about.
    Feeling bold, I put my hand at the base of his throat, touching his skin just above the fabric of his shirt. His pulse raced against my fingertips and it thrilled me that he wasn’t immune to me. “Liar.”
    Ryan’s hands shot out and clasped me around the waist. He lifted me off my feet and dropped my backside onto the desk. “Run away, Tana.”
    I could sense the wildness in him trying to push past the self-control. I took a breath. “I’m not going anywhere.”
    “Dammit. Please.” He forced out through clenched teeth. His gaze dropped to my lips.
    “No. And do you know why I’m not leaving? Because I’m thinking about how much I want you, too.” I put my hands on his arms, dancing my fingertips across the tattoos covering his flesh. He was exciting. Beautiful. I caressed his biceps. “You’re so strong.” I stroked his arms rhythmically. “Always so in control. Let it all go with me, Ryan.”
    “You don’t know what the fuck you’re messing with.”
    “Show me.”
    Using his leg, he pushed mine apart and shifted to stand between them until he was pressed intimately against me and I could feel the firmness of his erection. He pushed enough to make it uncomfortable.
    My stomach tightened, not from fear but from wanting him. I could feel myself getting wet. “Ryan...”
    His lips crashed down onto mine with a hunger that felt as if I was being devoured. I was caught in the middle of a tornado that was pulling me apart. I’d been kissed before but never the way Ryan kissed—an all-consuming onslaught