Ryan didn't move immediately, not feeling terribly inclined to do so. So damn close, and he really didn't want to stop now. He never had done very well with lines being drawn. Lines were meant to be crossed.
Behave, the little wise voice told him. He didn't have anything he identified as a conscience, or Jiminy Crickett, or such malarky, but he hadn't survived this long by being careless or overly indulgent. He pulled back and let her move away a bit, before snagging her wrist and tugging her back against his chest, kissing her firm and just a little rough, one hand staying around her wrist, the other squeezing her breast firmly.
"Sometimes the best wines need to breathe a bit first, I suppose," he said, releasing her almost abruptly, smirking hotly at her before strolling toward the door, chuckling huskily. "I'll be seeing you around, Susie Q."