It had to be the steamy heat of the shower that made it hard for me to catch my breath, not the wild desire warming the iciness of Ronan’s bright blue eyes. He licked his lips, and I cursed my weak libido as I grew hard.
“I think you know.”
For the first time in memory, I was at a loss to answer. The silence grew, a living, palpable thing between us. Ronan crossed the length of the bathroom and crowded close to me. Dizzy with the waves of pleasure rolling through me, I made one last attempt to stop him.
“I-I don’t. You shouldn’t be here,” I murmured, but my body betrayed me, sinking into his. His chest hair rasped against my sensitive nipples. “We talked—”
“I’m done with talking.” He nudged his nose down my cheek, sending a full-body shudder through me.
He cupped my jaw, the pad of his thumb rubbing over my lips before he covered my mouth with his.
Chapter Fifteen
Ronan
How the hell have I lived without this?
The first time Gabriel and I kissed, I was so caught up in the misery and pain of finally having my eyes opened to Cassie and Marty’s deception, it barely registered. But now? I knew I could never forget this moment.
I held him close and teased the seam of his lips, coaxing his tongue out to play. He resisted for only a moment, then surrendered, molding that firm muscled chest to mine as he opened his mouth. Our breaths mingled, and I grew hungry and greedy for more as the sweetness of his kiss poured over me like warm summer rain.
“Ronan, please,” he moaned against my cheek, and I felt the thrust of his velvety cock. “Please.”
“What do you want?”
His heart thundered into my breastbone, and I didn’t wait for him to answer. Taking a chance, I slid to my knees and took the thick head of his warm cock between my lips. The sounds of his groans and the clean scent of just-washed skin spurred me on, and soon he was whimpering and clutching my hair as I licked along his shaft.
“God yes.Please.”
The rapid movement of his hips thrust his cock deeper into my throat, but I loved it hard and fast. I kneaded his balls and swirled my tongue over the crown, then slid over the pulsing vein to the root, burying my nose in his groin. I could live on his smell, his taste. His body was made for me to do wicked, delicious things to, and I couldn’t wait.
“I knew you’d be so fucking sweet. That’s it. Give it all to me.”
The muscles of his thighs tensed, and he panted. “Ronan. I-I—oh,God.”
He shot a thick stream of come down my throat. I took every drop, only releasing him when he’d gone fully soft, and he was still an impressive sight. Surprising me, Gabriel sank to his knees, cradled my face and kissed me, plunging his tongue in my mouth, lazily sweeping over mine. I clung to his broad shoulders and found myself on my back on the floor, frantically kissing Gabriel as he freed my cock.
Those large hands gripped me, and with my body still buzzing from seeing Gabriel come undone, it didn’t take much to get me off. Gabriel sucked me inside his warm mouth.
“Fuck me, oh yeah,” I groaned and came so hard, I saw white flashes before my eyes. After tongue-bathing my cock, he let me go, and I lay there, heart pounding, with what I knew was a stupid grin on my face.
Gabriel, on the other hand, didn’t look like a man blissed out from incredible sex. A tough glint turned those normally pretty golden-green eyes to stone.
“That wasn’t supposed to happen again.”
Well, those weren’t the words you wanted to hear after your head exploded from an amazing blowjob. I rose up on one elbow. “Sometimes the best things aren’t planned, you know?”
Without answering, he reached for a towel and draped it around his waist, then rose to his feet. “After I get dressed, I think we need to talk.”
“Okay.” I wriggled my sweats up and left him in the bathroom, returning to my room to clean up and put a T-shirt on. I knew Gabriel wasn’t happy that I’d come into his room and jumped him, but I couldn’t help it. I was horny as hell, and having his hands all over me during our run had chased away his previous warnings. My nervous anticipation grew as I waited for him in the living room.
He walked out dressed in black slacks and a white shirt, and I couldn’t help admiring all that powerful restraint. It was what made him increasingly irresistible to me—hearing him plead and beg for release was so fucking sexy.
I decided to take the offense. “I’m assuming you’re angry with me for what happened.”
Across the room, Gabriel perched on one of the kitchen island barstools. “No. I’m not. I’m angry with myself for allowing it.”
“We’re two guys who like sex—and obviously like sex with each other. Why is that a problem?”
