“No. He was doing exactly what you told him to do.”
“I didn’t tell him to flirt with you. In fact, I explicitly told him to keep his fucking hands off you.”
“Did you actuallyseehis hands on me? Because I can tell you right now he didn’t touch me, but even if hehad… You. Do. Not. Own. Me.”
“The hell I fucking don’t.” He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me flush against his body.
My breath catches as I brace my hands against his hard chest to steady myself.
Ronan’s grip isn’t rough, but it’s possessive, and I find myself sinking my fingers into his shirt to pull him closer.
Our faces are inches apart, and his breathing is ragged as he fights the urge to give in to the heat simmering between us.
I know I should push him away. I know I should make my point across, let him know what he did was unacceptable, that he is too infuriating and territorial, but I can’t. I’m too busy shaking with need.
“Ronan…”
And then his mouth is on mine.
All it takes is one brush of his tongue against mine for the ache between my thighs to become unbearable.
I rise onto my tiptoes and wrap my arms around his neck, moaning into his mouth as his erection presses against my lower stomach.
Right now, I need him more than I need air.
He backs me toward the desk, and when the edge hits the backs of my thighs, Ronan reaches down to lift me up and perch me on it. He forces my thighs apart with his own and steps between them as his hands tangle in my hair, tugging hard enough on the strands to make me whimper.
I arch my neck, silently inviting his mouth to explore my skin.
Ronan obeys and starts sucking on the sensitive area, leaving me squirming as I grind my hips against the desk, desperate for relief.
I grip his shoulders. “Are you trying to prove a point?”
“I don’t know, am I?” His breath tickles my skin, and I shiver. “What point would you like me to prove, Ciara?”
Instead of answering, I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him closer until he’s rubbing against my core through my leggings.
He kisses along my jaw. “Use your words,Tine Bheag.”
I only squeeze my thighs harder as I move my hips.
“Ciara.” Ronan pulls on my hair even harder so that my head falls back and I have no choice but to look up at him.
My eyes are lost in his. “Give me what I want. What Ineed.”
Ronan’s eyes flash before his lips crash against mine. His kiss is greedy, his mouth and tongue claiming me as he reaches for my leggings.
“Take these off.”
I don’t need to be asked twice.
I drop my thighs from around his waist and shimmy out of my leggings as Ronan starts unbuckling his pants.
When I’m completely bare from the waist down, I lean back on the desk and spread my legs, showing him exactly what I want.
“Beautiful…” He unbuckles his pants and pulls out his cock.
I whimper as he grips the base and moves to stand between my thighs once more, lining the slick head up with my entrance.
