"W-we’re eating."
Ronan’s lips twitch. "I have another meal in mind."
Heat pulses between my thighs at the look in his eyes, and I hate how quickly my body betrays me.
But one dark look from Ronan, and I’m ready to forget every reason I ever had to hate him.
"You’re insufferable."
He leans forward, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "And you’re dying to let me fuck you again. It’s written all over your face,Tine Bhaeg."
"You’re imagining things." But my voice is more breathy than strong, which only makes Ronan chuckle.
Bastard.
Without dropping his hold on my wrist, he stands and stalks around the table to me before lifting me out of my chair.
I stumble against him, my hands pressing to his chest, his heartbeat strong and steady under my palms.
“What are you doing?”
"I want to taste you," he murmurs against my ear. "I want to feel you clench around my cock as you come.”
God help me, my knees almost buckle.
I sink my fingers into his shirt, if only to keep me upright as Ronan moves his free hand to my throat, squeezing gently as his lips brush against my ear.
“Is that what you want, Ciara?”
I whimper at the sound of my name on his lips, and Ronan squeezes my throat harder as he takes my earlobe between his teeth and gently sucks on the sensitive skin.
“Yes.” I arch into him until my breasts brush against his chest.
“I thought so.” He chuckles before finally releasing his hold on my wrist and moving to wrap his arm around my waist to haul me closer against him.
I barely have a chance to register the feeling of his hard cock brushing against me before his lips are on mine. I resist for maybe half a second before melting into him, parting my lips to give him access to my mouth.
The moment Ronan’s tongue brushes against mine, his restraint seems to snap.
He moves one hand to cup the back of my neck and the other to my ass, gripping it hard enough that I gasp.
"You wore a dress," he growls against my lips as he slides his hand under the hem to cup my pussy over my panties. “Are you trying to test me, wife?”
“No,” I whimper as he moves his palm over my aching clit.
“Don’t fucking lie.” He sinks his fingers into my hair and pulls hard.
I gasp as he draws my neck back so that I have no choice but to look into his dark eyes.
“Did someone enjoy themselves last night?”
“No.”
“I’d watch that mouth of yours,Tine Bhaeg, otherwise I might not play nicely.”
“You never play nicely.”
“I seem to remember you coming twice last night.” He massages his hand harder over my clit.
