Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Cool air brushes over my thighs, sweet relief on my heated skin.
Ronan adjusts his position, kneels between my legs, and looks at me like he’s going to eat me alive. Then he drops down and buries his face between my thighs. My head snaps back with a cry I don’t have the inclination to muffle.
His mouth is hot, his tongue devastating, and the sound he makes as he licks into me sends a violent shiver up my spine.
“Ronan… fuck…!” I choke out, hips lifting off the mattress seeking more friction, but his hands pin me down.
He doesn’t say anything. Just groans again and presses deeper, licking and sucking like he’s starving and I’m his first taste of anything real in years.
I grab fistfuls of the sheets, of his hair, of anything I can reach, trying to ground myself, but it’s a fight I’ll lose.
When he slides a finger inside me, I arch like I’ve been shocked and my hips rock without my permission. Ronan seems to like my reaction because a deep chuckle rumbles against my sensitive skin.
He keeps pace, just like any good formula driver would, adding another finger, curling right as he licks over my clit again and again. My body is winding so tight I don’t know how much longer I can hold.
“Please, Ronan,” I pant, “don’t stop—”
He doesn’t.
And I break.
Hard.
My orgasm crashes through me like a storm-frothed wave, stealing my breath, my thoughts, my everything. My hands fly to his shoulders, nails digging in, and I cry out again, shameless and loud and completely undone.
And he holds me there, tongue still moving gently, fingers still inside me, until I’ve got nothing left to give. I’m still trembling when he finally eases back, pressing a surprisingly tender kiss to my inner thigh. My breath is jagged, my legs weak, and my heart thuds against my ribs like it’s trying to outrun whatever the hell just happened.
Ronan rises slowly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and the look in his eyes…
God.
It’s hunger and reverence and a need even darker. My heart twists because behind all that lies something more fragile.
“Come here,” I whisper, reaching for him.
I’m not sure if he needs to have control, but my skin prickles with delicious apprehension as he shakes his head to deny my request. Instead, he watches me through hooded eyelids and reaches into his back pocket for his wallet. Out comes a condom and I’m breathless as I watch him roll it onto his length.
Ronan doesn’t bother taking off his pants. He pushes them down farther and covers me. One hand planted on the mattress near my head, the other gripping my thigh roughly.
I like that he’s not gentle and that he’s authentically Ronan. Our mouths meet again, slower this time, but no less urgent. I taste myself on him, and it only turns me on more.
I snake my hand between us, wrap my fingers around his shaft. It’s thick and hard and impossibly huge. “I want you,” I murmur against his lips while giving him a rough squeeze. “Now.”
The sound he makes is low and ragged, almost pained. He presses himself against me just right. It’s perfect. The heat. The promise of fulfillment.
Ronan’s forehead touches mine. “This changes things,” he says hoarsely.
“I hope so,” I breathe, and guide him in with a slow roll of my hips. The stretch makes me gasp. It’s been a while. And he’s… a lot. But I don’t want to stop. I want every inch of him.
My hands find his back, fingers flexing against muscle as he bottoms out with a shudder and a curse.
“Fuck,” he grits. “You feel bloody amazing.”
I arch up into him. “Then don’t just sit there.”
That earns me a laugh, strained and disbelieving. “Are all Italians so bossy?”
“Always,” I whisper.
And then he moves.
It starts slow, long strokes, deep and controlled, like he’s trying to memorize everything about this. I wrap my legs around his waist, heels digging in, chasing the friction.
“More,” I demand.
Ronan doesn’t leave me hanging, his thrusts hitting harder now. He drives his hips into mine with the kind of urgency that only race car drivers recognize. I meet him thrust for thrust, matching his rhythm. His eyes lock onto mine as our bodies slam together.
His hand finds my thigh, lifting one leg higher to open me even more, and that angle…
I cry out, my whole body tightening again as my second orgasm sweeps through me, bright and blinding. My nails score down his back as I gasp out his name, and he thrusts once, twice more before he groans deeply and spills inside me.
“Fuck,” he snarls, rotating his hips to draw out the pleasure. My own body ripples with aftershocks, leaving me breathless and sated.
Ronan goes still, buried deep, and presses his forehead to mine. Our breathing is erratic but starts to calm after a few moments.