Her Maine Reaction
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My concussion stopped being an issue almost two weeks ago, but Ryan just won’t listen. And so I’m ready for a night of seducing him until he gives me exactly what I want.
Him.
Unhinged and blinded by passion.
He’s been too afraid to take me like he did before the accident, and I’m going crazy. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll take him any way I can–gentle, loving, caring. But I need that dark storm that brews inside of him.
It’s what drew me to him in the first place.
I love seeing that dark side of the good sheriff.
So, I’ve decided on bringing out the big guns. My leather trimmed lingerie awaits him under my carefully chosen outfit. I’ve gone with a short leather skirt over my sheer black polka dot tights, thigh high stiletto black suede boots, and a tight black, off the shoulder sweater.
I straightened my hair, and then curled it in big, loose waves that fall down my back, and my makeup is sultry, with a smoky eye and bold red lip. I know he won’t be able to stop staring at my lips, which is exactly what I want.
With one last look in the mirror, I smile, ready to face my man.
“Ashley!” he yells again, but stops when he sees me walking down the stairs. His heated eyes start at my feet, and travel up the length of my body, his stare like a caress.
“Eyes up here, sheriff.” I smile, his eyes watching the curve of my red lips as I take the last step. My hand reaches out to rest on his chest. “You look good,” I whisper, taking in his freshly shaven face. I love that I can smooth my hand over his jaw and feel every sharp plain and masculine line.
“You’re beautiful.” His smooth voice covers me in a blanket of warmth, and I lift up on my toes to kiss the corner of his mouth, careful not to give him a full kiss yet.
“Let’s go, I’m hungry,” I tell him, watching his eyes darken. “Starving, actually.”
“Me, too,” he rasps, wrapping his arm around my waist, pulling me against him. “But not for dinner.”
His mouth captures mine in a kiss that holds so many promises, so much weight.
Pushing him away, I suck in ragged breaths. “Ryan, I had a whole plan. Don’t ruin it.”
He flashes me a wicked smile. “Oh, I know you did, sweetheart. That’s why I’m going to give you exactly what you want. What I want.”
Picking me up, Ryan takes the stairs two at a time, and stalks down the hall, kicking open the door of the room he’d first given me when I was brought here.
Tossing me on the bed, I bounce once, and crawl back until I hit the pillows. But Ryan shakes his head and grabs my ankle, dragging me back down the bed.
Pulling my boots off, he drops them onto the floor and traces a single finger up my left leg, his touch practically burning my tights, clearing a path.
Unzipping the side of my skirt slowly, he tugs it down, tossing it aside. I sit up, and he grips the hem of my sweater, pulling it up and off of me, leaving me in only my leather and lace black bra and tights, my hair spilling out all around me.
The look in his eyes is pure need. Pure desire. And my body melts at just that single look.
Walking around to the bedside table, Ryan pulls out a pair of cuffs.
Biting my lip, I lift my hands above my head and grip the bars, my eyes pleading with him, needing him. But he shakes his head, turning his finger in the air.
“Turn over,” he commands.
When I don’t comply right away, he grabs my ankles and flips me onto my stomach. Gripping my hips, he lifts them in the air, and runs the cold metal up the length of my back.
Taking my left hand, he clamps the cuff around my wrist and then feeds it through the bars of the bedframe and clamps it closed around my other wrist.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs in my ear, trailing hot kisses down my spine.
Slowly, Ryan peels my tights down my legs, his mouth planting open-mouthed kisses as he goes. I squirm beneath him, but he keeps going until he’s removed the thin layer separating him from all of me.
Sliding his hands up the back of my thighs, he grips my ass, each hand getting their fill.
He groans, his finger running under the lace waistband of my thong. “I love seeing you like this. Mine for the taking.”
“Yes,” I moan out, turning my head to the side to see him.
He runs his finger over my right cheek, and up the lace covered slit between my thighs.
“Already so wet for me.”
“Always,” I moan again, trying to close my legs on his hand, but he just chuckles behind me. Gripping my inner thighs, he pulls them as far apart as they go.
I hear the buckle of his belt releasing, and the sound of his zipper sliding down sends a chill through me. Ryan sees it. He knows what he does to me.
His clothes hit the floor, and the mattress dips as he places a knee on the bed. Gripping the lace between my thighs, he pulls, tearing it from my body, exposing what’s his. But he doesn’t touch me yet.
He runs his hands over my ass and up my back, coming around to grip my breasts through my bra. Pulling the cups down, he rolls my hard nipples between his fingers, and my back arches, my head falling to the side, moaning.
His knee pushes my legs apart again, and I feel him there, the blunt head of his thick cock at my entrance.
“I can’t be gentle anymore, sweetheart.”
“Don’t be,” I groan out, and he shoves into me in one push, splitting me open.
I pull at the bars, and the cuffs tighten, the metal biting into my wrists.
His grip on my hips is hard and bruising, but I need it.
Pulling out, he thrusts forward, and I slide up the bed, sparks igniting across my skin.
I’ve been needing him like this, desperate for him to take me like this again.
Finally.
I grip the bars so tightly, that with every stroke, my arms go numb and my shoulders ache. But I use that. The pain mixed with pleasure is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. Everything is heightened.
My moans grow louder, until my screams fill my ears, and I’m so far gone, that I’m pushed off the cliff–free falling into oblivion.
Ryan’s roar breaks through my senses as he stills behind me, filling me, joining me.
His soft kisses pepper my back and he pulls out of me.
I collapse onto my stomach, no longer able to hold myself up. I can’t feel anything but his mouth on my sensitive flesh.
He unlocks the cuffs and brings my arms down to my sides, massaging them as he goes.
Lying down, Ryan rolls me over so I’m draped over his chest, my leg intertwining with his, and my arm flung across his torso.
He plays with the ends of my hair, and I tighten my arm around him, my heavy eyes drifting closed.
Sleep starts to claim me, but I smile to myself, loving that I was able to get him to play right into what I wanted.
“I love you,” Ryan whispers against my temple.
“Mmm,” I moan, curling into him, my nails digging into his hip. “Love you too, sheriff.”
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Dear reader,
Thank you for reading Her Maine Reaction! I hope you enjoyed Ashley and Ryan’s story as much I loved writing it!
If you haven’t read the first in the series yet – Her Maine Attraction – then you’re missing out on the hotness of Ally and Jake’s story, where you also get to see the first meeting of Ashley and Ryan at the famous BBQ that started it all.
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Rebecca Gannon
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Acknowledgments
Thank you to my friends who inspired this badass group of girls in the series. Ashley, Melanie, and Elizabeth, you three are f
orever my girl gang.
Thank you to my friends and family for your continued support, and loving me even more when you saw a peek into my brain with my first book.
Dara, thank you for telling any and everyone we meet that I write romance novels and they should all buy my book. You have no idea how much I love it!
And lastly, thank you to everyone who had kind words to say about my first book, you pushed me to continue on this journey of following my dream!