"Easy, Pixie," Ronan groaned in my ear as he eased in deeper, one torturous inch at a time. "Fuck, you're so tight. I can feel you rippling around me."
I buried my face in his neck, inhaling his spicy scent. A faint tinge of embarrassment still gripped me hard. Did he think I was fat? Anton thought so and had told me many times while using me as a human sex doll.
Ronan must have felt me tense up as the memories washed over me, because he stopped moving.
"Are you alright, Pixie? Am I hurting you?"
"No, I'm…" Tears fell.
"Fuck, this was a terrible idea." Ronan looked stricken as he lifted me off his dick. "I've hurt you. Do I need to call the doctor back?"
I sniffed. God, I was stupid.Way to ruin the best moment of your life, Verity!
"I'm sorry, I got inside my head. Anton used to say shit to me while we had sex."
Ronan went still. His dick had softened, but I noted how impressively large he still was.
"Shit like what, Pixie?"
"Hmm."
"It's OK, you can tell me, baby."
"He said I was…fat." I wiped another tear away. If Ronan laughed at me, I'd never recover from the shame.
"He said you were…fat?" A string of colorful curses, plus some stuff in Gaelic I couldn't interpret, streamed from his mouth. "Pixie. You are not fat. You're the most perfect woman I know, with curves to die for. Curves I've fantasized about for weeks."
Objectively, I knew he was being sincere—no man got a hard-on for a woman he didn’t find sexually attractive—but I'd spent so long internalizing the bullshit from Anton that it was hard to erase it.
"You've had a lot of women," I pointed out. "You're not exactly… fussy." This was me being diplomatic, and we both knew it. Ronan had a reputation as Ireland's biggest fuckboy.
"Yes, I may have fucked a lot of women, but I do have standards," he scowled. "And you are way prettier and sexier than all those women." His gaze softened as he held my chin and forced me to look at him. "None of those women hold a candle to you, Pixie. My dick only wants you."
Sure enough, his dick had recovered and was currently throbbing against my belly.
"It does?"
He smirked before lifting me up and walking us both over to the wall. I marveled at the way he made holding me seem effortless.
"Feel how hard I am."
I shuddered as he slid back inside me. This time, I stayed present, my legs locked around his waist. I'd already allowed Anton to ruin the last few months of my life. Not thinking about him again would be the best revenge.
Ronan's hips flexed as he powered into me, each thrust pushing me higher. When I finally fell apart for the second time, he picked up his pace and followed me over the edge a few moments later. I clung on to him as he carried me back over to the bench, my eyes firmly closed and my body limp and pain-free.
"Time for a shower, Pixie. Let's get you cleaned up and then you can take a nap in my bed."
It was dark when I next woke. Even with my eyes still closed, I knew this wasn't my room. The mattress felt firmer under my hip, the sheets silkier and the pillows softer. The scent of citrus and male wafted over me, and I couldn't hear the sea.
I shifted slightly. A heavy arm slid over my hip, pulling me into a hard, muscular chest. It was then I realized I had no clothes on, and whoever shared this bed was naked, too.
"You're awake," rasped a familiar voice.
Ronan brought me back here after our…hook-up? Fling? One-sauna-stand? Was there even a name for what we did?
A burst of heat flared deep in my core, not helped by the fact he was hard as steel behind me. God help me, I didn't know if once was enough. I wanted more.
"How long have I been asleep?" If it was now dark, more than an hour at least. And if I wasn't in my bedroom, someone might go looking for me.
