“What are you?—?”
I don’t give her time to finish before I scoop her up into my arms and throw her over my shoulder.
She gasps as her book drops to the floor with a soft thud, sinking her fingers into my shirt to steady herself.
She squirms in my arms. “Ronan! What the hell are you doing?”
“Proving a point.” I carry her out of the room and up the stairs.
“What point?”
“That you don’t get to walk around my house looking like that.”
Ciara huffs, but her heart is racing in her chest as I head toward the bedroom.
My hands grip the back of her thighs, and I dig my fingers into the soft flesh a little harder as I kick open the bedroom door before tossing her down onto the bed.
She lets out a cry as she lands among the pillows, and the sound sends a rush of blood straight to my cock.
The noises this woman makes have me absolutely feral with need.
“And what now?” Ciara props herself up on her elbows.
Her cheeks are flushed, and her breathing is shallow as her gaze rakes over me, lingering a little longer on my crotch.
I make a point of reaching down to squeeze my erection, and her breath catches, which makes my lips twitch. Knowing how turned on she is when we haven’t even gotten naked yet has all sorts of ideas forming in my mind.
The tension crackles between us like a live wire as I step to the end of the bed and start undoing the buttons on my shirt.
“Strip.”
Ciara’s cheeks turn even pinker, but she does as I ask, slowly lifting her sweater over her head and shimmying out of her shorts until she’s left in nothing but scraps of pink lace.
“That’s what you wear when I’m not around?” I growl as my cock thickens.
“Why? Is that a problem?” She bites her lip as she looks up at me under her lashes.
I eye the pale pink bra that barely contains her breasts and is so sheer that I can see how hard her nipples are, and I swallow a groan. I want to wrap my lips around those tight little buds and suck on them until she’s begging for me to fuck her.
She moves her body just enough so that her tits sway. “Would it help if I told you I wore it just for you?”
“You really shouldn’t have done that.”
“What? This?” She reaches up to cup her breasts over her bra. Her head falls back as a quiet moan spills from her lips while she rubs her thumbs back and forth over her nipples.
“Do you think you can tease me,Tine Bheag?” I palm my cock through my pants. “Because you and I both know that teasing me doesn’t end well for you. So, I suggest you do as you’re told andstrip.”
Chapter Thirteen
RONAN
WatchingCiara remove her underwear is almost enough to make me spill in my pants. But that might be because she’s taking her sweet time, sliding the bra straps seductively over her shoulders and making sure to brush the lace against her nipples before tossing it aside.
If that weren’t torturous enough, she decides to spread her legs while that sexy lace barely covers her pussy. The slightly darkened material in the center has me squeezing my cock so hard over my pants that I start to question my plans for her.
At this rate, I’m going to bypass all foreplay and sink my cock inside her whether she’s ready or not.
“You call those panties?”
