Chapter 12

Ryan locked the door as soon as we got inside, and now the angry brute is carrying me in his arms, ignoring me pushing against the muscles in his sturdy chest.

I'm not even sure why I'm fighting him right now. Maybe because having his scent whirl around me while his big arms are pressing me to him is making me weirdly aroused?

"Fuck! Will you stop squirming?!" Ryan growls, his deep, guttural voice startling me. I glance up to find him watching me with his unrelenting, stormy eyes.

"Put me down," I tell him, not one bit afraid of the big brute. "I can walk by myself,"

I'm met with silence. Ryan looks thoughtful for a few moments, grimaces, and then opens his mouth when we enter the room upstairs. I'm starting to suspect he is a super-human; he doesn't show any signs of fatigue from carrying me up here.

"I know you can walk on your own, but holding you is oddly calming, so I'm doing it for my sake,"

"Calming?" I snort. "You're not calm;