Sorry it’s over.
Fuck. I need to get out of here before I do something I regret, like undoing six years’ worth of hard work. Work that provides a wonderful income for my daughters, allows them to go to the best school in the country, and provides them with everything they could ever need.
What about my needs, though?
‘I need to go.’ Before he steals the rest of the air from my lungs. Before I grab his hand and shove it right back again.
‘It hasn’t been the hour yet.’ A frown flickers across Ronan’s usually sunny face.
‘I’ll pay you for the hour.’ I stalk towards the silver steps. My hands are shaking so badly, I don’t think I could drag myself out of the water without help.
‘I told you last week, I don’t want your money.’
‘But it’s your Sunday too.’
‘I could think of worse ways to spend my Sunday.’ He follows me out of the pool, water glistening across his chest. ‘Then again, I could think of better ways, too.’ His husky tone leaves nothing to the imagination.
We’re chest-to-chest, just an inch between us. Silver fire dances around his irises. His face dips until his mouth captures mine and my entire world bursts into flames. Flames that lick my lips all the way into my soul.
My mouth parts, allowing his probing tongue access, revelling in the wet heat and the dizzying sensation of submitting to this. My greedy fingers thread through his damp hair, dragging his lips harder against mine, devouringhim with a hunger I didn’t know I possessed. White hot lust lances through every single cell in my body.
Huge hands find my hips, dragging them flush with his, pressing my pelvis against something hot and hard, intriguing and terrifying in equal measure.
A moan seeps from my soul straight into his mouth, and his hands reach to the curve of my ass, cupping and squeezing. Suddenly my toes are no longer touching the ground and my lady parts are pressed deliciously against his masculine parts and, holy fuck, I swear if he grinds against me once more I’ll explode.
Then suddenly he tears his lips from mine and sets me back on the floor. Fire still lights his stare, but he steps back, a reluctant expression etched on to his face.
‘If I don’t stop now, I’ll take you here and now by the side of the pool, and I want to be in a bed the first time I’m inside you.’ His voice is low and guttural, masculine and primal.
‘The first time?’ I repeat with a squeak. My fingers thrum over my lips.
‘Think about what I said, Sav. It could be our secret.’ He saunters into the changing rooms, leaving me with my mouth on the floor.
It takes every inch of willpower I possess not to follow him.
Chapter Eleven
SAVANNAH
After the most decadent, debilitating kiss of my life, I’m too worked up to go straight to my dads. Steve has a habit of sniffing out secrets and the fact I want to have – no NEED – to have sex with Ronan Rivers is something I don’t wish to discuss with him. I mean, they’re liberal, but perhaps not that liberal.
Why him?
Why now?
Until a couple of weeks ago, I thought the man was a plague. Okay, I didn’t really. He’s always been infuriating, but there’s no denying he’s sexy as fuck, but still. One smoking hot kiss, a few kind words, oh, and a couple of hundred dirty ones to go with those fleeting touches, and I’m desperate for him to contaminate me.
My self-control snapped like a cord.
What if someone had seen us?
My brand would have been obliterated in mere seconds.
While mindlessly replaying the best kiss of my life over and over in my head, I somehow end up outside Ashley’splace, a three-story Victorian house in Ranelagh, an affluent Dublin suburb.
Her black Lexus is parked in the driveway. I pull up on the curb outside and suck in a few huge breaths, revelling in the spring sunshine on my cheeks as it beats through my open sunroof.
‘Are you coming in or are you just going to sit in the car all day?’ Ashley calls from an open upstairs window.
