Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 108846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
The touch radiates all the way down to my suddenly hardened nipples. Heaviness swells deep inside my belly, my body aching to feel his hands all over me. Everywhere.
It’s been so long since I let a man’s hands on me, and I’d like the memory of those particular hands—Cody’s—erased from memory. I’m tired of being so guarded all the time. Hell, I’m thirty-one and I’ve never had sex because it was there, in front of me, available.
At this moment, I just want to feel.
Emboldened by something I can’t understand and throwing caution out the window, I whisper, “Try me.”
Heat ignites in his eyes with my invitation, and the seconds seem to hang between us. “Fuck it,” he curses, pulling me forward, our lips colliding in a crushing kiss.
I haven’t been kissed like this … ever. I’ve never been kissed like this, with such pent-up energy. Ronan’s like a bull released from its cage into the rodeo ring. Somehow, I’m ready for it—I think a part of me has been since the day Ronan walked into the Sea Witch for the first time. My hands settle on his head, my fingers weaving through his silky hair, gripping small fistfuls as our mouths meet each other’s intensity, our tongues stroking each other as we both seem desperate to get closer.
I’m vaguely aware of Ronan’s free hand sliding up under the hem of my shorts to grip my ass, the tips of his fingers teasing dangerously close to sensitive flesh. I want him closer. I want to feel him everywhere.
With ragged breaths, I break free from him long enough to hook my thumbs under my shorts. With a quick tug, they tumble to the floor, along with my panties. I shake them off and then peel off my top and unfasten my bra, letting it fall to the floor with the rest of my clothes.
“Oh, fuck me.” A pained expression fills Ronan’s face as his eyes rake over my naked body.
“I plan to.”
With lightning-quick movement, I’m off my feet, Ronan’s powerful hands seizing the backs of my bare thighs as he pins me against the kitchen wall.
Our lips collide once again, the tempo and fervor even more intense as my fingers fumble blindly with the buttons of his shirt, throwing the two sides open so my hands can drag over his beautiful torso, memorizing its hard curves as they make their way down.
He adjusts his stance, giving me access to unfasten his belt buckle, then the zipper, before pinning me to the wall again, this time freeing his hands to wrestle his pants and briefs down over his hips.
“Oh fuck.” I echo his earlier words as his erection springs free, hot and heavy and rigid. My fist just barely curls around it when Ronan leans into me, lining our bodies up.
I abandon all thought as I guide his tip into my entrance.
We both curse and moan as Ronan sinks into me, each skillful roll of his hips helping him bury himself deeper.
I cling to his shoulders, momentarily overwhelmed by the size of him, the fullness almost too much. I love this feeling, as my body stretches and primes itself, welcoming him in. I don’t want him to stop or even slow.
Ronan begins thrusting with reckless abandon. I’m vaguely aware of the rattling pictures but I ignore it all, my cries growing loud and unabashed as he fucks me against my kitchen wall, our lips a messy tangle of tongues and ragged breaths, my hands groping his straining biceps.
“I’m coming,” Ronan hisses suddenly, his fingertips digging into my flesh. Seconds later, his deep, guttural cries fill my house as his cock pulses inside me.
The intoxicating fog that swirled around us seems to lift instantly, and with it, the sinking realization of what we just did hits me.
Oh my God.
Ronan’s body stiffens against me with each new heaved breath. He seems to have realized our mistake, too, as he peers down between us, to where we’re still joined. “I don’t know what happened. I never skip—”
Gigi’s cuckoo clock chooses that moment to pop out of her colorful, refurbished home and noisily announce the noon hour, making us both jolt.
“What is it about this place and loud birds?” he complains.
Shit. “I have to go. I’m late.”
“So do I.” Ronan pulls out and sets me on the floor. In seconds he has his briefs and dress pants secure.
Suddenly, I’m the only completely naked one standing in my kitchen and I’m nowhere near as brave or confident as I was before. I dive for my shorts and T-shirt, skipping my bra as I hastily redress. “I have to cover AJ’s shift. He called in sick. Probably wants to avoid an awkward conversation until he can officially quit.”
“You sure you don’t want me to ax him?” As fast as my fingers worked to undo those buttons on Ronan’s shirt, his seem to be working double time now to refasten them.