Sullivans 06 - Let Me Be the One

kids and grandkids in a close-knit family that loved and laughed and fought as a unit, she jumped to press her fingers against his mouth.
    Of course she wanted him to love her back, but she couldn’t bear to hear him say it after they’d just had such good sex. Not if she’d always be afraid it was the only reason he’d said it.
    “I think this is a good time to remind you that after spending more than a decade on different continents, we’ve only spent a week together and had sex twice.”
    He pressed a kiss to her fingertips before sliding his fingers through hers and lowering their hands. “True, but it’s been really awesome sex.”
    His sudden grin reminded her so much of the boy she’d first fallen for so many years ago. She laughed despite the serious tone of their conversation.
    And then he put her hand palm-down on his chest and her laughter and his grin both fell completely away.
    It was testament to just how well he knew her that he understood that when words were failing, the only surefire path to get to her emotions was through her hands.
    “Be with me, Vicki. For real this time. And let me convince you that you’ll never need to know the answers to those questions.”
    Vicki’s vows to be cautious had nothing on Ryan’s dark eyes or the strong and steady beat of his heart beneath her hands.
    “I want to be with you, too,” she said softly. “But even though we started out things in reverse, I think we need to take it slow. Just to be sure that we don’t accidentally mess everything up.”
    “Slow, huh?” Her heart dropped when he frowned. “I don’t know if I can promise to go slow with you in bed.”
    Relief flooded her. “Don’t be stupid.” She grabbed another condom out of the side table, then pushed him down on the bed and straddled him. “Hot, fast, and dirty sex is grandfathered into this discussion.”
    He grinned at her even as he pulled her mouth down to his. “Then what do you say we have a quickie before I ask you out on our first official date?”
    Moments later she was answering him by sinking down onto his hard heat. For the next few minutes she let the sweet press of his mouth against hers, the rough caress of his needy hands over her skin, push away her doubts, her fears...and the sure knowledge that nothing had ever come easy to her before.
    Especially not love.

Chapter Twenty-two
     
    Ryan had waited fifteen years for this first date with Vicki.
    Fortunately, the past year had been a master course in love as he’d watched his brothers and sisters fall one after the other. Regardless of how much he’d razzed each one of them along the way, he’d paid attention to their soul-deep emotional connections, the humor between the couples...and the sparks that lit and crackled between lovers like firecrackers.
    Maybe it was too much to want a first date to do all those things. After all, he’d been happy with dinner and a movie and uncomplicated sex before. But there was no point comparing Vicki to any of the other women he’d dated.
    And yet, Ryan knew that even if he pulled off the best first date in history, it didn’t mean his work was done where Vicki’s heart was concerned.
    Because she hadn’t let him say he loved her.
    He understood that she’d been hurt so badly by the only other man she’d ever let herself trust that she was wary of taking the leap again with him. But Ryan would never hurt her.
    Never.
    By the time Vicki walked through his front door and smiled with obvious pleasure at seeing him, he was way past the first date they hadn’t even had yet.
    Unfortunately, he was pretty sure doing her up against the front door wasn’t supposed to be in perfect first date plans.
    Just like blurting out “I love you” wasn’t going to fly either.
    “How was your day?”
    She looked radiant as she walked into the kitchen and dropped her bag on the counter. “Amazing. My project really started to come together today, in a really big way. Thank God.”
    How was he supposed to control himself when she was glowing like that?
    He put his arms on either side of her, effectively trapping her against the kitchen island. “I can’t wait to see it.” He lowered his mouth to hers and said, “I couldn’t wait to see you, either,” before kissing her softly, forcing himself to remain gentle rather than giving in to the nearly overpowering urge to lift her up on the counter and take her right then and there.
    “What about you?” she asked when he let