I cry out again as another wave of pleasure hits me.
Ronan doesn’t stop moving inside me or working my clit, dragging out my orgasm until it morphs into another that leaves me gasping for breath and trembling in his arms.
“You’re mine. Nobody else’s.”
“I am.” I rest my head against his shoulder, his cock still buried inside me.
I know that I belong to Ronan, but it’s about time he starts to believe it too.
Chapter Seventeen
RONAN
I wakewith a start when I realize I’m alone in my bed, and Ciara’s side is cold.
I’m on my feet in an instant, shrugging on my pants from last night in a hurry as my pulse spikes.
The time on my alarm clock reads six a.m., and Ciara isn’t one for getting up early, which only adds to my concern.
Where the hell is she?
I can’t find my shirt anywhere, so I go without it as I throw open the bedroom door, sending it crashing into the wall.
“Stephen?”
“Boss?”
I look over the banister at the foyer below and find my wife’s personal security standing by the front door as if he was just on his way out.
“Where is my wife?”
Stephen’s military training means that he doesn’t so much as blink at the venom in my voice. “She’s making coffee in the kitchen.”
She’s safe.
I can breathe.
It’s all I can do to nod at Stephen before heading down the stairs, two at a time, and stalking into the kitchen in search of Ciara.
I find her sitting at the kitchen island, barefoot and wearing my shirt from last night, as she nurses a cup of coffee and scrolls on her phone.
My own bare feet mean that she doesn’t hear me approach, so I take a moment to admire her.
The sight of her bare legs and messy hair floods my mind with memories from last night, and just like that, the relief I feel at seeing her turns to a dull ache in my pants.
I’m finding it harder to control myself around her, and the jealousy I feel whenever another man so much as looks at her is all-consuming.
I never considered myself an insecure man, but Ciara is a high-value woman. She could have any man she wanted, and it’s not lost on me that the only reason I managed to get her into my bed is that she signed on the dotted line.
But I consider the contract void. Now that genuine feelings are involved, I want her towantto share my bed.
But if I don’t get a handle on myself soon, I’m going to drive her away.
“I swear you’re looking sexier each day,” I say by way of greeting.
Ciara startles in her seat, and I chuckle under my breath.
She scowls. “You almost made me spill my tea.”