Read Online The Wedding Affair (The Affair Series Book 2) by Suzanne Halliday - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Suzanne Halliday
Tags: Book Two
Ads: Link
Newsflash. She had a thing, possibly a wicked thing, for this man and leather. Like the belt she’d found so fascinating the night before and had a hard time looking away from. A shiver of awareness shook her.
She made her move when he ended his ocean reverie and continued along the path. Stepping from the cover of her hiding place, she zigged when he zagged and wandered into his path in a stroke perfect timing.
“Ryan,” she called out with a fingertip wave. “Hi!”
His smile when he found her turned Sam’s insides to mush. There was no way his pleasure at seeing her was faked. Striding quickly forward, he surprised the piss out of her when both of his big, strong hands grabbed her upper arms and he came in for a two-cheek kiss.
She was rendered stupid—immediately. The embarrassing child-like giggle shooting from her mouth made her blush like a teenager.
“Samantha,” he murmured in a husky growl. “You’re just what I want for breakfast.”
Huh? She blinked. Twice. Did he say he wanted her for breakfast? Nah. That couldn’t be right. Ryan was a breed of man she thought was an urban legend. Until last night. Sure, she was salivating over him, but for his part, Mr. Charming had been nothing but a total gentleman.
Not that she knew what that was like. Sheesh. The last guy she went out with made a good show of playing like he had manners. But manners took a hike at her front door when he grabbed her ass and slithered his sharp tongue into her mouth. Ew. Just thinking about it made her wince.
She figured Andi and Kyle’s best man was just being nice. Maybe gentleman was his default setting. Guys like him didn’t growl sexy come-ons to regular girls like her.
But pretending there was a chance was so much fun!
He didn’t give her enough chance to come back with a reaction much less a comment. Nope. He simply took her hand and wove it through his arm—leaving his big palm resting on top of hers where it rested on his forearm.
“Hope I didn’t disappoint,” she heard him say through a fog of yearning that made her weak at the knees.
The guy was joking, right? “Did I miss something?”
Ryan chuckled and used the advantage of having control of her arm to pull her closer. “Dressed like a design nerd—just for you. This is what you imagined, isn’t it?”
Oh, my god. He was never going to let this one go. Didn’t help any that she had walked right into it.
“Eh,” she croaked. The face Sam made said, I don’t know . “Shouldn’t you be wearing a hemp bracelet or a leather cord around your neck with a Triskelion hanging from it?”
“A triskele? Seriously? That’s the impression I give off?”
“Uh.” Sam wasn’t sure in what universe that constituted a sentence, but it was all she had.
Ryan laughed at her discombobulated reaction.
“Golden girl, you are a delight. Since I look about as Celtic as that Hawaiian dude over there,” he drawled with a nod of his head, “one can only assume what you refer to is the triskele symbol used by the BDSM community.”
She nearly jumped out of her skin. “I didn’t, I mean it wasn’t. . .oh, never mind.”
He was guiding her into a chair at an outdoor table under an umbrella with a beautiful view of the Koi pond and the Pacific Ocean in the distance. Not exactly the setting one would envision for talk about such things.
“Relax,” he murmured gently. Helping her get situated before taking his seat, Ryan smiled at her each time she looked his way. “I shouldn’t joke around about stuff like that, but you set it up, sweetheart, and I couldn’t resist the grand slam potential.”
His tone was animated and amused. Sam smiled and ducked her head to hide her reaction. Either she was unbelievably gullible, or he was a champion teaser because he’d tripped her up half a dozen times last night and now this.
“It’s too early for whips and chains, Mr. Sommerfield.” She was using her I mean business tone. Only, he was grinning at her
She made her move when he ended his ocean reverie and continued along the path. Stepping from the cover of her hiding place, she zigged when he zagged and wandered into his path in a stroke perfect timing.
“Ryan,” she called out with a fingertip wave. “Hi!”
His smile when he found her turned Sam’s insides to mush. There was no way his pleasure at seeing her was faked. Striding quickly forward, he surprised the piss out of her when both of his big, strong hands grabbed her upper arms and he came in for a two-cheek kiss.
She was rendered stupid—immediately. The embarrassing child-like giggle shooting from her mouth made her blush like a teenager.
“Samantha,” he murmured in a husky growl. “You’re just what I want for breakfast.”
Huh? She blinked. Twice. Did he say he wanted her for breakfast? Nah. That couldn’t be right. Ryan was a breed of man she thought was an urban legend. Until last night. Sure, she was salivating over him, but for his part, Mr. Charming had been nothing but a total gentleman.
Not that she knew what that was like. Sheesh. The last guy she went out with made a good show of playing like he had manners. But manners took a hike at her front door when he grabbed her ass and slithered his sharp tongue into her mouth. Ew. Just thinking about it made her wince.
She figured Andi and Kyle’s best man was just being nice. Maybe gentleman was his default setting. Guys like him didn’t growl sexy come-ons to regular girls like her.
But pretending there was a chance was so much fun!
He didn’t give her enough chance to come back with a reaction much less a comment. Nope. He simply took her hand and wove it through his arm—leaving his big palm resting on top of hers where it rested on his forearm.
“Hope I didn’t disappoint,” she heard him say through a fog of yearning that made her weak at the knees.
The guy was joking, right? “Did I miss something?”
Ryan chuckled and used the advantage of having control of her arm to pull her closer. “Dressed like a design nerd—just for you. This is what you imagined, isn’t it?”
Oh, my god. He was never going to let this one go. Didn’t help any that she had walked right into it.
“Eh,” she croaked. The face Sam made said, I don’t know . “Shouldn’t you be wearing a hemp bracelet or a leather cord around your neck with a Triskelion hanging from it?”
“A triskele? Seriously? That’s the impression I give off?”
“Uh.” Sam wasn’t sure in what universe that constituted a sentence, but it was all she had.
Ryan laughed at her discombobulated reaction.
“Golden girl, you are a delight. Since I look about as Celtic as that Hawaiian dude over there,” he drawled with a nod of his head, “one can only assume what you refer to is the triskele symbol used by the BDSM community.”
She nearly jumped out of her skin. “I didn’t, I mean it wasn’t. . .oh, never mind.”
He was guiding her into a chair at an outdoor table under an umbrella with a beautiful view of the Koi pond and the Pacific Ocean in the distance. Not exactly the setting one would envision for talk about such things.
“Relax,” he murmured gently. Helping her get situated before taking his seat, Ryan smiled at her each time she looked his way. “I shouldn’t joke around about stuff like that, but you set it up, sweetheart, and I couldn’t resist the grand slam potential.”
His tone was animated and amused. Sam smiled and ducked her head to hide her reaction. Either she was unbelievably gullible, or he was a champion teaser because he’d tripped her up half a dozen times last night and now this.
“It’s too early for whips and chains, Mr. Sommerfield.” She was using her I mean business tone. Only, he was grinning at her
Similar Books
