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)
My fumbling hands freeze. He was going to come in here last night? That means he would have been going for a condom.
That means he wanted sex again.
From me.
I struggle to keep my voice indifferent. I don’t want him to know how he affects me. “You should keep better track of your important things.”
His deep chuckle vibrates along my spine. I watch with shock as, reaching around me, Ronan collects the framed picture of my mom and me, the three books, and the jewelry box that decorate the top of my chest of drawers, and tosses them to my desk.
“Hey! What are you—ah!” My words drop with a yelp as he grabs my hips, spins me around, and hoists me up to sit atop it. It’s a five-drawer chest, and he’s so damn strong.
Without any preamble, he tugs at my towel until it falls open, laying me bare. Pushing my thighs apart, he leans forward.
I watch, my jaw hanging open in shock, as Ronan’s mouth settles between my legs.
“Have you ever heard of foreplay?” I finally manage in a hoarse whisper.
“This is foreplay.”
Whatever resistance I might have put up dissolves in a puddle as his tongue slides over my center.
“Why’d you take my condoms?” he asks, his hot breath against my sensitive flesh.
Because I didn’t want you sleeping with anyone else while you’re here?
I don’t answer, instead reaching down to grab the back of his head, his short, near-black hair unexpectedly soft against my fingertips.
He smiles, his hands gripping my thighs tighter, pulling me forward until I’m afraid I might fall right off the dresser. Ronan would never allow that, though. I don’t know him, but I know that.
His tongue takes another long, leisurely swipe. “You are sweet. Who knew?”
“I thought this was a onetime thing.”
“Do you want it to be a onetime thing?”
I hesitate on the lie. “This doesn’t mean I like you.”
He chuckles, the grating sound and his mouth so close to me pooling heat in my core. “Wouldn’t expect otherwise.”
I gasp as he pushes his tongue inside me and then takes off, a relentless barrage of licks and swirls that demonstrates his expertise. Not like David, who only occasionally did this for me, and only for long enough to mark off an invisible checkmark in the decent boyfriend column.
“Do you like doing that?” I dare ask.
He pauses long enough to show me a lust-filled gaze, his fringe of eyelashes thick and long. “Do I like doing what?”
“That.”
“Eating you out?”
Oh my God. My stomach tenses. “Yeah.”
“I love it.” Releasing one of my thighs, he slides two fingers inside me, drawing my gasp and pooling heat into my lower belly. His mouth seals over me again, and my inhibitions quickly fade as his tongue explores and his fingers slowly thrust, building an intense pressure deep inside. I relax and open to him, stroking the back of his head while I coax him with garbled, half words.
When I finally come, it’s with Ronan’s tongue deep inside me, bucking against his face, crying out with complete abandon.
He stands. His lips graze over my nipple, teasing it with his breath. “How was that for foreplay?”
“Fine,” I manage through ragged breaths. He could teach a class on the art of going down on a woman.
“Where is my box of condoms, Ryan?”
“Under your bed,” I answer, my eyes closed.
He pulls me down off the dresser with ease, setting me on the bed, where I sprawl out, boneless. I’m vaguely aware of him leaving the room, only to return thirty seconds later, his shirt missing and a foil packet in his hand, his track pants hanging low on his hips, the V of his pelvis leading down to the hard ridge of his erection.
His body truly is a work of art.
Ronan pushes his waistband down to his thighs and takes his length in his palm. With languid strokes, he rubs himself in front of me. “You thought I was going to bring someone home last night, didn’t you? That’s why you hid these?”
“Yes,” I admit. “Why didn’t you?”
He opens his mouth, but falters. “I didn’t feel like it.” I get the impression he was going to say something different.
He tears the foil wrapper with his teeth and rolls the condom onto himself with one hand, his gaze never leaving mine.
For the briefest of seconds, I consider closing my legs, denying him. But I quickly dismiss that crazy thought, because the truth is I’m aching to feel Ronan inside me again. I enjoy the idea of him wanting me.
He flips me over and pulls me to my knees with no warning, smoothing his palms over my backside. “Damn, this ass.” The mattress sinks under his weight as he kneels behind me.
“What about it?” I fail to keep the apprehension from my voice. I’ve always been self-conscious about my round hips, emphasized by my slender waist. In fact, this is my least favorite position because of it. I never let David take me like this.