Me.
That’s going to take some time to process.
And that time isn’t now.
The brief flicker of horror that washed over me when he walked into my bedroom has well and truly left the building.
This is what I wanted.
This is what I needed.
A man lavishing his undivided attention on me, looking at me with lust and longing, telling me how much he wants me, because it’s something that’s been missing my entire life. I’ve never been wanted. Not like this, anyway. Not so viscerally.
This is what I’ve been missing.
This is what I gave up when my entire identity became Single Sav.
And for the first time in six years, I’m beginning to see exactly what I’ve been missing, and Ronan hasn’t even laid a finger on me.
What I wouldn’t do to feel his thick cock sliding between my legs, filling me so deeply that he plugs the void, not just inbody, but in my soul, too. But he’s a manwhore, even with his confession of obsession, and I’d do well to remember it. Even if he is drinking me in with the thirst of a man who’s been crawling across the Sahara for days. Huge, liquid navy eyes carnally caress every inch of my skin.
‘So fucking beautiful.’ His voice oozes awe, like he’s never seen a naked woman before. We both know how far that is from the truth, which only makes his primal appreciation for mine so much more satisfying.
‘Touch your tits for me, please, Savannah.’ I’ll do anything he says right now, give him anything he needs. Almost, anyway, because he’s meeting needs in me I didn’t even know I had.
The fingers of my left hand trace my collar bone before dipping lower over the curve of my breast, while the fingers of my right grip the dildo like it’s real. The urge to pump myself with it is feral, but I don’t want this to be over.
I skim over my nipples, nipping my lower lip.
‘Good girl, Savannah. Look what you’re doing to me.’ His hand grabs his crotch again. ‘You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.’ His face is so close to my centre, his breath ignites every sensitive nerve ending down there.
That good girl comment was my undoing in the pool last week. So fucking hot. With his blond hair and blue eyes, the man looks like a fallen angel, but he has the devil’s dirty tongue and I fucking love it.
My needy clit pulses for attention. I glance down between my thighs and like a mind reader, he says, ‘Touch it.’
I lift the vibrator, but he prises it from my fingers. ‘Use your hand.’
I skim the skin of my stomach until my fingers reach their destination, working small circles around my clit, but it’s not enough. ‘I want more,’ I admit.
‘What do you want?’ he growls.
‘What I want, and what I can have, are two entirely different things,’ I rasp, heat pooling between my legs.
‘You can have everything. Just say the word.’ His lips lift in a smirk as he blows a long, slow teasing breath over my pussy.
‘I shouldn’t. We shouldn’t,’ I pant.
‘I told you, Savannah, I’m not asking you to date me.’ His cobalt eyes gleam. ‘I want to fuck you.’
I want him so badly, but is the physical pleasure worth the emotional trauma that will inevitably follow?
What if I catch feelings?
It’s a chance I can’t take.
He seems oddly in tune with my senses as he backs off and opts for a different path. ‘How about I fuck you with this?’ He takes the vibrator. From the way his jeans are bulging, it’s got nothing on what he’s got stashed away down there. ‘Technically, I’m not touching you. A piece of silicone is.’
I think about it for an entire millisecond before inching myself further off the bed, accepting his proposal.
