This wasn’t about him, this was about Emma, and he needed to give her some type of relief from her personal demons. She’d tried to hide it from him, but Emma’s agoraphobia was getting worse, and he didn’t know how to make things right. He hated the way she flinched when she walked past a window, how she was constantly on edge and scanning whatever room she was in as if her stalker would pop out from behind the curtains any second.The need to help her burned in his gut, but he didn’t know how, and it was driving him bug-fuck.Ryan brushed his thumb over Emma’s clit, hidden behind her panties, soaking in the little sounds of pleasure she made as he touched her. The scent of her arousal filled him as he moved between her thighs, kneeling on the floor in front of the couch. Emma devoted herself totally to the pleasure he gave her, and it was the hottest fucking thing he’d ever seen. Pink lips parted on a soft inhalation, blue eyes hazy with lust watching his every move, her full breasts straining against her shirt as her nipples peaked.
