Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
"Ronan!" I hiss, heat rushing to my cheeks. "I thought we weren't talking about that!"
"I apologize."
"Apologize by leaving." I point to the open door.
"Not that sorry." He steps toward me. In the blink of an eye, he has my shirt in his hands, pulling it off over my head. A man his size should not be able to move that fast.
“What are you doing?” I try to cover my boobs with my arm. Not that it helps. I’ve always been on the bigger side there.
“We’re taking a shower.” He grips my hips, pulling me off the counter.
"I'm not a doll. You can’t just manhandle me,” I say when he drops to a knee, going for my shorts next.
"No," he chuckles. "You're not a doll."
"What does that mean?"
"Step out for me, little fox." I should ignore him, but my feet do as they're told. "You're not a doll because you're soft." His hands stroke up the outside of my legs. "There sure as shit isn't only air between your ears. That mind of yours is as breathtaking and powerful as the rest of you." Ronan's fingers slip into my panties. His words are so unexpected that I don't protest. I'm still reeling from that. He stands, leaving me completely naked. "And typically, your mouth is running." He should have quit while he was ahead.
"I'm naked," I blurt out. I might not be as smart as he thinks because I'm finding the formation of words really hard right now. The man is a bulldozer.
"You are," he agrees as he strips off the rest of his clothes. "Are you coming, or do I need to put you in there?" Ronan holds his hand out. I hesitate. "You want me to put you there? You got it." He lifts me by the hips again, answering the question for me and correctly. I did want him to move me. To make me.
His cock grazes my stomach as he carries me into the shower. He checks the temperature of the water before guiding me under it. I try not to stare at his cock, but it’s really hard not to.
“You know we can’t have sex,” I blurt out again. It’s been quiet for too long. He turns me around so my back is to him.
“We’re not having sex.”
“Why not?” My shoulders drop. “I mean, yeah, that’s what I said. Your cock will split me in half.”
“I’d never hurt you, little fox.” Ronan starts to wash my hair for me, making me tilt my head back. “Only want to take care of you.”
“Your cock says otherwise,” I mutter, my eyes closing as he massages my head. It’s like my mouth is on auto-pilot, and I can’t turn it off.
“In time you’ll see.”
Forget time. I’m going to stand here and let him wash my hair. I had no clue it could feel this good. I’m not sure how long he has been washing my hair, but he seems as though he’s enjoying it as much as I am. I can’t help the little sound of disappointment I make when he stops. That is until he starts washing the rest of me.
He starts with my back, his fingers moving down to my ass. I suck in a breath, trying to keep it together. His rough touch is sweetly soft. Not sure how that's possible, but that's really the theme of the day at this point.
“Ro,” I let out a small gasp when his hand brushes the underside of my breast.
“Ro?” He kisses my neck as his hand fully cups my breast, his thumb stroking my nipple. They grow tighter, feeling heavier. He moves to the other breast, rubbing the soap suds into my skin.
His fingers trail down farther. I close my eyes when his hand cups my sex before he begins to stroke me there too. I bite my lip each time his fingers brush my clit. I want to cry out when he takes his hand away to turn off the water.
“Don’t move.” Ronan steps out, grabbing a couple of towels before coming back over to me. He dries us both off, his fingers still grazing me randomly. I press my thighs together. The ache is growing more painful.
“You’re teasing me,” I huff.
“Taking care of you.” He sits me on the sink counter again. I watch him step back into my bedroom. Then I glance down at myself, remembering I’m freaking naked, but my body is so relaxed it feels like mush right now. I can’t move on my own.
"Will you wear this for me, or do you want something else?" He has a pair of lavender panties in one hand. The other is a shirt.
"I'll wear that." I am quick to want to please him. Why? Not a clue, but at least he asked. I let him dress me before he then starts to brush my hair.