Truth be told, she didn’t think it would matter how big the room was, Ronan Milo had this way of making her skin and body come alive.
“I’m between you and the door.”
The finality in his tone caused her to glance at him over her shoulder.No room for give in his expression.He stood there, feet shoulder-width apart, arms crossed over his large chest, the plastic cup of water appearing so delicate in his hand as his other stroked his beard while he stared at her.
Her belly flopped at the expression on his face.Determination.Possessiveness.Lust.Hunger.
Swallowing down her moan, she nodded and grabbed the top of her bag, flipped it closed, then picked up the strap and moved it back to the chair.
“Sounds like a plan.”Straightening, she tucked a wayward curl behind her ear and moved back to the bed where she skimmed the bags of food he brought.
Cheddar and sour cream chips lay there and she reached for it before hesitating.
“Whatever you want, angel, it’s yours.”
God, the way that word angel rolled off his tongue was unfair.Her body softened, wanting to spread open for him to manhandle her and do with as he pleased.It had been so long since a guy had touched her, held her.Made her feel…well, anything.
Holding onto that knowledge, it was just her overactive, or reactive, body she didn’t put too much into her hunger for him.I can control this.
A resolve that flickered when she lifted her gaze to find him, right behind her, enveloping her in his heat.She didn’t know where his cup went but he was right there.All of his over six feet of hard bodied, bearded male.
“Vivyan.”
His lips twitched, an action she picked up on even though it was partially hidden by his beard and mustache.She blew out a slow breath before turning to face him completely.He stood so close, the backs of her knees brushed the mattress edge.It wouldn’t take much for him to push her back and lower his larger form over her.She whimpered.
Ronan’s gaze darkened but he didn’t move, didn’t say anything.
“You’re not going to call me, Vivyan, are you?”
An easygoing shrug of one broad shoulder.“Probably not.”He firmly shook his head.“Definitelynot.I’ll call you ‘angel’ or,” he speared her with his striking sapphire gaze beneath those thick smoky lashes, “minemost of the time.”
Ignoring her body’s reaction to him and his words, she realized was going to be a thing so long as they were together.Not that she didn’t have practice in doing that, but it would be hard because she would love nothing more than to allow him to take her to heights, she knew would be incredible.
Doing her best to make a joke out of the situation, she smiled and poked at him with her finger on the hand holding the cup.“You are trying to get a rise out of me.”
He stepped into her touch.“You’ve gotten one out of me.”
Holy shit.There was no joking or teasing in his phrasing.She couldn’t help it, her gaze dropped to his crotch.No disguising the hard length pressing against the jean material.Did he shift and try to hide it?
No.
This man reached between them and gripped his hardness in his jeans.The move making his thickness all the more prevalent for her hungry gaze.
“All for you, angel.”He gave himself another squeeze before releasing his length.He put his mouth by her ear.“Anytime.”She swore he sniffed her skin.“Any fucking time.”
Again, there was no stopping her whimper as need slammed her.Wetness coating her, preparing her for what she knew would be amazing.
I’m not the one men desire, not if there are options and I’m not going to allow myself to be a placeholder.
Holding onto that mental pep talk, she smiled and shook her head.“Bet you say that to all the women.”Not giving him time to speak, she forged ahead.“Thank you for the chips.”
She slid to the side, stepping away from the warmth he emanated and picked up the chips before making her way around him, the long way, to get to her side of the bed.One more ice chip in her mouth, she sat by the head of the bed, crossing her legs as she set the cup on the bedside table.Inching back until her back hit the headboard, she pulled open the bag top.
Ronan raked his gaze over her, his lips twitching.
What I wouldn’t give to know what he’s thinking.
Then again…his gaze had her core clenching and she wasn’t sure if she could handle his thoughts.He definitely didn’t hide them.
