“I know.” I offer him a smile.
The tension is clear in his shoulders and the hard set of his jaw, and I know it won’t ease if he stays behind to babysit me.
"Go and do what you need to do. You can leave Stephen here and order him to keep his eyes on me at all times, but I want to remind you, I can take care of myself.”
“Ciara…”
“I’m a big girl, remember? And if all hell breaks loose, I’m sure Stephen has a few tricks up his sleeve on how to take care of me.”
A deep growl builds in Ronan’s throat, and I roll my eyes.
“Seriously? This again?”
“No one takes care of you but me.”
“Really? I thought you had better things to do?”
“Don’t test me right now,Tine Bheag.”
“Me? Test you? No… That doesn’t sound like something I would do.”
My words have the right effect, and the corner of Ronan’s lips twitch.
“Now, you are free to stay, but that means Kieran is in charge of whatever heist you’re planning, and I doubt that’s a good thing.”
Ronan chuckles softly. “Heist? What do you think I do exactly?”
I exhale at the sound, feeling my anxiety dissipate.
There’s the Ronan I know.
“Stand around with a bunch of guys, measuring your dicks and waving machine guns around.”
I glance up, and Ronan is fighting a smile.
"You know, most women would kill for my undivided attention." His fingertips trail along my neck. “And yet, you’re willingly sending me away.”
"You should know by now that I’m not most women.”
He places a finger beneath my chin and tilts my head up. "That you are most definitely not.”
His gaze darkens.
The look in his eyes has me rubbing my thighs together as a dull ache starts to build between them.
Damn hormones.
My throat suddenly goes painfully dry as I think of him stripping off his clothes and carrying me into the tub, positioning me on his lap.
I swallow a whimper as my pussy clenches at the thought of sinking down onto his cock and riding him until I’m screaming his name?—
“You okay there?” He chuckles. “You look a little flustered.”
I clear my throat as I try to force the image of Ronan climaxing as I ride him right here in the tub from my mind. “Shouldn’t you be going?”
His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and I catch a flash of need in his eyes, as if he’s picturing the same thing I am.
"There’s something I need to do first." He leans in and captures my mouth with his.
