“No. You’re clearly not capable of following simple instructions.”
I wrap my arms around his neck, trying not to grin too much because the truth is I love having him take care of me. “This is dramatic, even for you.”
“And you’re stubborn, even for you.” He carries me inside and up the stairs like a knight with a very feisty princess.
He kicks open our bedroom door and attempts to toss me onto the bed, but I tighten my grip around his neck.
He groans. “Why the hell are youalwaysfighting me?”
“Because my feistiness is one of the things you love most about me. Don’t pretend otherwise.”
He smirks as he looks down at me. “I lovemanythings about you, baby.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Really? Like what?”
He perches on the edge of the bed, and I adjust myself to straddle his lap, arms still wrapped around his neck.
Ronan’s hands move to my waist as his gaze flicks to my lips. “I love that sexy little smile you have when you think you’ve won. I love that smart mouth of yours… I love these curves… Christ, Ciara, you were already perfect, but now?”
His palm settles on my belly, and my breath catches. The touch feels incredibly intimate.
“But now…?”
“Now that you’re carrying my babies, you’ve never looked more beautiful.”
I shift in Ronan’s lap, and when his erection brushes against me, I swallow a moan, fighting the urge to roll my hips against him. Instead, I slowly slide off his lap, making sure to accidentally brush my hand against the bulge in his pants.
“Oops… sorry.”
Ronan’s eyes flash, but I fake a yawn and stretch my arms over my head, just enough for my shirt to ride up.
His eyes linger on my bare skin.
“It’s been a long night.” I reach for the hem of my shirt and pull it off. “I can’t wait to crawl beneath the sheets…”
I toss my shirt aside and slide my leggings down my thighs, turning and bending just enough to give Ronan the perfect view of my ass. “They just feel so good against my bare skin.”
I sneak a glance at Ronan and have to swallow a laugh.
His hands are clenched at his sides and his jaw is tight.
Someone is a little wound up…
My eyes flick down to his erection, and I squeeze my thighs together at the thought of climbing back into his lap. But I want to tease him more, so I reach around and undo my bra, letting it fall to the floor.
Ronan visibly shudders at the sight of my breasts, and I can’t help but smile.
“I can’t wait to sleep for the next ten hours, maybe even twelve…”
My panties are the last to go, and the sight of my bare pussy snaps Ronan out of his daze.
He’s on his feet, dragging me into his arms as his mouth finds my neck.
He growls before biting down on my neck. “Oh, sweetheart, you’ll be doing no such thing. Not until I’m done with you.”
I gasp, arching against him so that my nipples brush against his shirt. “Do you think you can just boss me around?”
“I think I can do a lot more than that.”
