Chapter 4

Taylors POV

When Taylor woke the next morning, she stretched, and the soreness of her muscles reminded her of the night before. She could feel a small bruise on her hip bone from the table. She rolled over with the intention of carrying their tryst over into the day, but unfortunately found the spot next to her empty. Thoughts raced around her mind, "what if last night freaked him out? What if he's not as ready as he thought he was? Oh God, I'm going to have to go back to France, I'll never be able to face him." Just then she heard an odd sound coming from another room. She got up and found one of Ryans tank tops and a pair of boxers and poked her head out of the bedroom.

"Ryan?" she called out softly. The only response she heard was a small grunt and… a punching bag? She walked into the guest room and found an impressive home gym. In the corner, shirtless, was Ryan beating the shit out of a punching bag. He didn't notice her standing in the doorway. She watched as the muscles in his shoulders, arms, and back flexed when he struck the bag. She could feel herself becoming wet thinking about what else those muscles could do. She closed her eyes and thought about him throwing her up against a wall and having his way with her. The power behind his hips when he thrust into her and the way that he knew the boundary between hard and sexy and too rough. She shifted her weight back and forth creating friction between her legs.

All of a sudden, she felt his hands on her and realized she didn't hear the punches anymore. He had caught her not so subtlety daydreaming about him. A smile crossed over her lips before she opened her eyes and was fixated with his stare.

"Hey stalker," he mumbled.

"At least I'm not a gopher this time," she whispered back.

"Yeah, I think I like this look on you much better." He kissed her hard and pressed her against the door frame. "I'm going to grab a shower."

"Ok," she was barely able to form words. His kiss had reignited her body and she seemed frozen to her spot.

"I know we need to talk about things, but I just wanted you to know that I'm glad you're here." His teeth tugged on her earlobe and she gasped.

"Uh-huh," it was all she could do to remain standing.

"Are you hungry?" he kissed his way down her neck until he was at her the base of her neck where it met her shoulders.

"For something," she could only think of one thing that she was craving at the moment and its wasn't food. She grabbed the waist of his sweatpants and started pulling them down.

"Want to join me in the shower?"

"Yes."

She felt him grab her ass and lift her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. She could feel the length of cock getting hard under her. He carried her into the bathroom and set her down briefly as he turned on the shower. She whipped her clothes off and stood ready for him.

As they waited for the shower to heat up, he pushed her against the wall and kissed her. Her hands fisted in his hair as he explored her with his tongue. Small moans escaped her as his hands raked over her body. His hand found her breast and squeezed which sent a shockwave to her center. He had always known how to turn her on, he knew her body and even the time apart hadn't clouded his memory. His hands were familiar but being together felt new again, it felt different than anything she had felt before. It felt right.

His hands gripped her ass as he lifted her back up so they could move into the shower. She felt the muscles in his arms and shoulder tighten and she smiled at how strong he was. He had always been muscular, but she noticed that ever since he had taken up the cage fighting, he had really worked out his upper body. His chest and six pack were also nice to look at, but his shoulder really were something. The perfect balance of strong without overdoing it. Her thoughts were brought back to the present by the shockwave sent through her as Ryan backed her up against the cold tile, a small squeak escaped her lips and Ryan smiled. Her legs still wrapped around him she ground down on him which made him groan. He put her down and as she was about to protest he began to kneel and push her legs aside so she was straddling him. Her eyes closed as she felt him kiss her thigh and work his way up.

"Are you ok?" he asked as he looked up at her.

"No talking Ry, just keep going," she whispered back.

He dove back down between her legs and began licking at her slit. Her hands tangled in his hair and held his head where she wanted it. His tongue found her clit and sent warm waves of pleasure up into her core. She could feel herself building as he sucked and flicked her with his tongue. He threw one of her legs over his shoulder and she vaguely wondered what would happen if she slipped. His hand reached up to pull on her breast and she sucked in a breath when he found her nipple and tugged in rhythm to the sucking on her clit. His other hand had slid a finger into her and was gently pumping in and out, adding another finger he found the rhythm to match. She was getting so close, and then she felt a completely new sensation. Ryan's fingers had left her and were now rubbing her ass, spreading her slickness around the puckered flesh.

"Umm.. Ryan," she started to panic a little. This was something they hadn't done before.

"Mmmm" he hummed back. Not stopping any of his motions.

"Ah, well, ahhhhh…" the groan escaped. As much as she wanted to tell him to stop it felt so good. He didn't enter her but applied some pressure and it was perfect, sending her spiraling over the edge.

"Fuck, where did that come from?" she breathed as he set her leg back down.

"I don't know, did you like it?" he smiled.

"Yeah but now I'd like something else," she grinning as she started to stroke him. He was hard and ready. She marveled at how soft the skin was covered that covered his impressive hard on. She turned around and bent down giving him easy access. Lining himself up, he slid into her easily. Standing up gave a completely new angle that hit her g-spot.

"Fuck, I'm going to come again," she steadied herself against the cold tile.

"That's the plan," he grunted as he thrust into her. "You're so tight like this," he used her hips for leverage as he continued pumping into her.

Leaning forward she whispered, "push on that spot again."

"Oh, so you did like that huh?" he found the spot and applied pressure. She hissed her approval as he slammed into her roughly until they both found their release.

"I don't think I've ever had shower sex quite like that before," she glowed as she leaned up to kiss him.

"Wait we haven't had shower sex before…"

"We can talk about that another time," she distracted him with another kiss.

Ryan's POV

Climbing out of the shower Ryan checked his watch. We need to leave to meet Sandy and Kirsten in about two hours.

"Oh, we have to go feed pancakes. I promised Summer." She looked beautiful toweling herself off.

"Ok well let's leave as soon as we get dressed then so we have enough time."

He lifted Taylor's suitcase to his bed so that she would have easily access to her clothing as he went into this closet so find himself something to wear.

"Wear the blue shirt," she called from the other room.

He smiled as he found it, it had always been her favorite. "Is this how its going to be now? You telling me what to do Townsend?"

"Get used to it!" she ducked into the closet in a matching underwear and bra set and gave him a quick kiss before leaving to dry her hair in the bathroom.

Still smiling he grabbed some pants and went back into the bedroom. Seeing her sundress on his bed he called back, "Yeah, I think I could get used to this."

He had never been able to get used to the idea of living with a woman. Somehow it had always felt like it would be too intimate. Like he wouldn't have a place to escape. He had even broken up with his last girlfriend because she had wanted to move in together. It hadn't ever felt right before. Even now he knew he wasn't ready for that, but the thought didn't terrify him like it always had before.

Taylor rushed out of the bathroom, "Sorry, I'm trying to hurry."

"You look beautiful," he couldn't help staring at her. The black lace bra barely covered anything, and he didn't have to imagine much. The matching thong didn't disappoint either.

She paraded around the room and did several silly model poses, "only for you Atwood."

He was a lucky man. How he had gotten so lucky he wasn't sure. He thought back about all they had gone through. She had been the one to heal him after Marissa. He had been broken and hadn't thought that life was worth living anymore. But then Taylor showed up, and wouldn't take no for an answer. He thought about how many times he had told Seth, "But its Taylor Townsend" before finally giving in and dating her. Kirsten had been right, if something good was there why shouldn't he go for it. He figured that logic was still relevant.

"Taylor, let's just make everything official. I just want you to be mine, only mine. I want to be the only shower sex you have anymore, and I want to be the only one that gets to see you like this."

"Really Ryan, you're sure?" Taylor was trying to hide the smile that was threatening to burst forward.

"Yeah I'm sure, I mean I'm going to mess up and I'm probably going to freak out a few times, and you're probably going to have to help me when I do something dumb, but I really can't see myself without you."

She ran and jumped into his arms surprising him and they fell backwards onto the bed.

"Yes yes yes,"

She hugged him and kissed him and then jumped back off and grabbed her dress. "I'll be ready to go in just a minute."

Ryan smiled to himself, impressed that he had been able to get the words out. Then a terrible dread washed over him. Does she think I proposed? Fear sank into him. Oh God, what do I do?

"I'm going to go start the car," he quickly grabbed his keys, wallet, and cell phone and dashed out the door.

Calling Seth he climbed into his car and started the engine. The call went straight to voicemail.

"Uh Seth buddy, I need you! I think I might have accidentally proposed to Taylor. I mean I didn't propose, but I think that maybe she thinks I did…. But I'm not sure. What do I do? Seriously come up for air and call me."