He was not going to allow that damn dealership or her family to steal her dream. By the time they returned home, she would be out from under that immense pressure and free to build a life with him. Tonight wasn’t about dominance or submission, past hurts, or regret. It was about the secrets they’d shared, the risk they took in loving each other, and the promise of a future that exceeded all of their expectations. Ryan had engaged in sex hundreds, hell, thousands of times over the years, but he had never made love like this. He stripped her clothes off slowly, worshipping her with his eyes, memorizing every delectable curve and tiny freckle that made her unique. “You’re gorgeous,” he whispered, wishing the twenty years he’d spent in school enabled him to express himself with the eloquence of a poet because that’s what she deserved. Sadly, he could only use the only tool at his disposal, his body, to show her how much he needed her tonight and every night from now on. There was no room for error.
