Love Unrehearsed
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He swept my hair to the side and started kissing and biting my neck. “Definitely. Oh, there are so many things I can drizzle and lick off your body. The possibilities are endless.”
His teasing tickle caused a bone-jolting shiver to blast through my body.
His eyes quickly leveled on mine, then he grimaced at me. “You know I’d never let anything happen to you. You know that, right?” He must have misread my reaction. I knew he meant well but some things were out of his power—that is, unless some guy was trying to talk to me. Then the protective, jealous boyfriend reared its head and jumped right into action. “I know.”
Ryan squeezed my arm. “Okay. Maybe we should get in the shower. I want to have breakfast with everyone before I have to leave.” He buried his face in my neck. “Fuck, this is going to be a long day.” The thought of having to move from this entangled position made me groan. I nuzzled in deeper, holding his head to my shoulder.
“I’m too comfortable. Can’t we just stay stuck to each other instead?”
Ryan growled, palming my ass. “Oh, that is so tempting.”
I let out a small sigh, knowing that the incredibly famous Ryan Christensen had an insane schedule ahead of him, jam-packed with one appearance and interview after another promoting the premiere of his latest movie,
Reparation. He’d only been in ll.A. one day more than me and he’d already been on several magazine shoots and a photo call.
My pulse skipped, thinking that in a few short days we’d be on numerous planes destined for places like London and Paris—cities I’d never been to before. But as enticing as touring Europe sounded, I was perfectly content wrapped in his arms and going nowhere.
“Call in sick,” I whispered. “You lie and I’ll swear to it.”
His chest shook with laughter. “David, cancel everything. My gorgeous fiancée is glued to my body and I have absolutely no desire to put on pants—ever.” I couldn’t help but laugh with him.
Ryan coiled a long strand of my hair around his finger. “Believe me, if my schedule wasn’t so tight, we’d be naked for days, weeks even.”
I dug my fingertips into his tight rear end, lost in the sensations of his warmth, his strength. “Then maybe we’ll have to block off a month or two of downtime? I think after all of the stress we deserve it.”
Ryan pressed me back into my pillow.
“Let’s make that a priority.” His glorious smile suddenly faded, turning from light and playful to serious. “You are the most important thing to me, Taryn. I hope you know that.” His thumb stroked my cheek repeatedly. His eyes grew tender, then repentant. “I know the last few weeks have been rough.”
Rough? That was putting it mildly. Testing my will to survive massive heartache would be more accurate. I moved my left arm out from between us, rotating my wrist.
It was starting to ache from being bent awkwardly underneath him. Sometimes it still felt like I was wearing a cast, even though it had been off for almost two weeks.
Ryan grimaced. “Does it still hurt?” I shrugged. “It gets sore. Stiff, sometimes.”
His eyes narrowed as he worked on some other thought. His hand softly stroked down my stomach. “Have you . . . have you seen the OB doctor since . . . ?” I nodded. “Last week. Marie went with me.”
Ryan’s jaw tightened and flexed. He appeared upset about it.
“What?”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
I couldn’t believe he was asking me this—with a clipped tone to boot. Last week he was wrapping filming on
Thousand Miles and apparently still contemplating his feelings for me because we sure as hell weren’t having heartfelt conversations.
He nudged me for a response.
I met his eyes. “What kind of answer are you looking for?” I asked softly. “We were barely speaking to each other last week, Ry-an. I didn’t think you cared anymore. I was waiting for you to tell me we were over.” He grasped my left hand, kissing my fingers around my sparkly new engagement ring. “Oh, sweetheart . . . I’m sorry. I know I really fucked up. Things were just . . . and I was mad. Shit.”
I brushed my hand on his cheek. “We both did.”
Ryan frowned, leaning his face into my hand. “Please tell me now. What did the doctor have to say?”
“She said everything is back to normal.
She renewed my birth control. I go back in a year unless I have issues.”
Apparently he was holding his breath because it all came out of him at once. “Okay.
His teasing tickle caused a bone-jolting shiver to blast through my body.
His eyes quickly leveled on mine, then he grimaced at me. “You know I’d never let anything happen to you. You know that, right?” He must have misread my reaction. I knew he meant well but some things were out of his power—that is, unless some guy was trying to talk to me. Then the protective, jealous boyfriend reared its head and jumped right into action. “I know.”
Ryan squeezed my arm. “Okay. Maybe we should get in the shower. I want to have breakfast with everyone before I have to leave.” He buried his face in my neck. “Fuck, this is going to be a long day.” The thought of having to move from this entangled position made me groan. I nuzzled in deeper, holding his head to my shoulder.
“I’m too comfortable. Can’t we just stay stuck to each other instead?”
Ryan growled, palming my ass. “Oh, that is so tempting.”
I let out a small sigh, knowing that the incredibly famous Ryan Christensen had an insane schedule ahead of him, jam-packed with one appearance and interview after another promoting the premiere of his latest movie,
Reparation. He’d only been in ll.A. one day more than me and he’d already been on several magazine shoots and a photo call.
My pulse skipped, thinking that in a few short days we’d be on numerous planes destined for places like London and Paris—cities I’d never been to before. But as enticing as touring Europe sounded, I was perfectly content wrapped in his arms and going nowhere.
“Call in sick,” I whispered. “You lie and I’ll swear to it.”
His chest shook with laughter. “David, cancel everything. My gorgeous fiancée is glued to my body and I have absolutely no desire to put on pants—ever.” I couldn’t help but laugh with him.
Ryan coiled a long strand of my hair around his finger. “Believe me, if my schedule wasn’t so tight, we’d be naked for days, weeks even.”
I dug my fingertips into his tight rear end, lost in the sensations of his warmth, his strength. “Then maybe we’ll have to block off a month or two of downtime? I think after all of the stress we deserve it.”
Ryan pressed me back into my pillow.
“Let’s make that a priority.” His glorious smile suddenly faded, turning from light and playful to serious. “You are the most important thing to me, Taryn. I hope you know that.” His thumb stroked my cheek repeatedly. His eyes grew tender, then repentant. “I know the last few weeks have been rough.”
Rough? That was putting it mildly. Testing my will to survive massive heartache would be more accurate. I moved my left arm out from between us, rotating my wrist.
It was starting to ache from being bent awkwardly underneath him. Sometimes it still felt like I was wearing a cast, even though it had been off for almost two weeks.
Ryan grimaced. “Does it still hurt?” I shrugged. “It gets sore. Stiff, sometimes.”
His eyes narrowed as he worked on some other thought. His hand softly stroked down my stomach. “Have you . . . have you seen the OB doctor since . . . ?” I nodded. “Last week. Marie went with me.”
Ryan’s jaw tightened and flexed. He appeared upset about it.
“What?”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
I couldn’t believe he was asking me this—with a clipped tone to boot. Last week he was wrapping filming on
Thousand Miles and apparently still contemplating his feelings for me because we sure as hell weren’t having heartfelt conversations.
He nudged me for a response.
I met his eyes. “What kind of answer are you looking for?” I asked softly. “We were barely speaking to each other last week, Ry-an. I didn’t think you cared anymore. I was waiting for you to tell me we were over.” He grasped my left hand, kissing my fingers around my sparkly new engagement ring. “Oh, sweetheart . . . I’m sorry. I know I really fucked up. Things were just . . . and I was mad. Shit.”
I brushed my hand on his cheek. “We both did.”
Ryan frowned, leaning his face into my hand. “Please tell me now. What did the doctor have to say?”
“She said everything is back to normal.
She renewed my birth control. I go back in a year unless I have issues.”
Apparently he was holding his breath because it all came out of him at once. “Okay.
