The first touch of her lips is electric. Soft, hesitant, then quickly turning hungry as she opens beneath me. I groan into her mouth, my hands finding her waist, tugging her against me. She tastes like coffee and something sweeter. Her fingers tangle in my hair, nails scraping my scalp, and the little bite of pain breaks whatever restraint I had left.
I press her back against the counter, lifting her easily onto it. Her legs part, welcoming me between them as I deepen the kiss, claiming her mouth with a raw desperation that catches me off-guard. I’ve never lost control like this, never wanted someone with such blinding intensity.
Yet here I am.
“Ronan,” she gasps as I trail kisses down her throat.
“I’ve thought about this since I saw you,” I say, nipping at her pulse point, sucking on the sensitive spot on the side of her neck. “Thought about how you’d taste. How you’d sound when I touch you.”
Her head falls back, giving me better access to the delicate skin of her throat. I suck hard enough to leave a mark that will take days to fade. Mine.
“This is crazy,” she says, even as her hips roll against me. “We barely know each other.”
“Then let’s get acquainted.” I capture her mouth again, swallowing her moan as my hands slide beneath her top, finding warm, bare skin. Her body arches into my touch.
“Wait,” she whispers against my lips, but her actions contradict her words as she wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer, giving me no room to move. “We shouldn’t?—”
“Tell me to stop.” My voice is rough and gravelly with want. “Tell me you don’t want this.”
Instead of answering, she kisses me again, deeper, dirtier. Her tongue slides against mine as her hands fumble with the buttons of my pajama top. I help her, nearly tearing the fabric in myhaste. When her palms flatten against my bare chest, my heart stops beating. I’m on the verge of going mad with desire.
I begin unbuttoning her top, annoyed at how many fucking buttons there are. “Let me see you.”
Beneath, she’s not wearing anything, and the sight of her, half-undressed and flushed with desire, hits me like a physical blow.
“Perfect.” I bend to press my lips to the swell of her breast. She whimpers, threading her fingers through my hair to hold me there.
I cup one tit, feeling her nipple harden against my palm. When I roll it between my fingers, she cries out, hips bucking against mine. The friction sends a jolt of pleasure so intense it’s almost pain. I’m painfully hard, straining against my jeans, desperate to be inside her.
“Rayne,” I growl. “I need to feel you. All of you.”
She nods frantically. Her breasts are perfect and soft. I lower my head, taking one nipple into my mouth, savoring her cry of pleasure. Her nails dig into my shoulders, urging me on as I lick and suck.
“Please, Ronan.”
I slide my hand down, beneath the waistband of her pajama bottoms, finding her hot and wet through thin cotton. “Is this what you want?” I press against her center, feeling her hips jerk in response.
“Yes.” Her head falls back, eyes fluttering closed. “God, yes.”
I’m about to strip her completely, to take her right here on my kitchen counter, when a distinctive rumble breaks through thehaze of desire. It’s like a bucket of ice-cold water over my head. The sound of tires on gravel. A car pulling up the driveway.
I freeze, instantly recognizing it. “Fuck.”
Rayne blinks up at me, lips swollen, eyes glazed. “What?”
“My son.” I step back, running a hand through my disheveled hair. Thank fuck we didn’t tear my top. “He’s back early.”
“Your—” Her eyes widen in shock. “You have a son?”
“Ryan. He’s five. He was with my parents overnight.” I button her top and smooth her hair, unable to stop myself from grazing her bottom lip with my thumb. “I wasn’t expecting them back until noon.”
She scrambles to cover herself, face flaming with embarrassment. “You didn’t think to mention you have a child?”
“It didn’t come up.” I button my shirt with shaking hands, willing my body to calm down.
She hops off the counter and runs her fingers through her hair. I almost laugh because that really didn’t do much. “This is … I don’t even know what this is! Please tell me you don’t have a wife or girlfriend.”
At this, I wipe the smirk off my face. “No, I don’t.”
