‘Fast asleep. They’ll be over the moon when they see Ashley there in the morning. They adore her.’
‘As much as they adore me?’ he teases.
‘It’s close,’ I admit. ‘They must have asked me a hundred times this week when you are going to babysit again.’
‘Yeah?’ His tone hitches, like he’s surprised and delighted. ‘What did you tell them?’
‘I used the same two words every mother uses when she has no idea. “We’ll see”.’
Ronan chuckles. ‘They’re beautiful girls, just like their mama.’ His fingers slip a little higher up my thigh.
An image of Ronan cradling a newborn baby to his chest makes my ovaries somersault. I can’t think about him in that capacity.
I’m Single Sav.
But I can’t think about that either. In fact, I can’t think about anything except those damn fingers drawing maddening circles on my skin. Goosebumps rip across my flesh.
‘Cold?’ he asks with a smirk.
‘Quite the opposite.’
‘Care to elaborate?’ His fingers steal higher again until he’s a mere inch away from my lingerie.
I pinch the bridge of my nose and exhale heavily. ‘You do things to me.’
A low chuckle rumbles from the back of his throat. ‘You do things to me too, Savannah.’ He grabs my hand and rubs it over his crotch for a fleeting second before releasing it and resuming those slow, sensual strokes on my skin.
‘I’m going to ask you one more time, Savannah. Can Itouch you?’ His voice is low and guttural. I bet he’s an animal in bed.
I roll my lips together, pausing for a beat before giving into the inevitable. ‘Tonight, and tonight only. When we get back to Dublin, things have to go back to the way they were.’
A low moan of satisfaction rumbles from his mouth. ‘In that case, open your legs and let me stroke that pretty pussy. I’ve been fantasising about it all damn week.’
‘But…’ I motion to the steering wheel.
‘Cruise control.’ He shrugs. ‘This thing pretty much drives itself. Now open your legs like a good girl. I want to see if you’re wet for me.’
Years of pent-up need bursts like a dam and I allow my legs to fall open against the leather. Deft fingers inch upwards until he reaches the lace of my lingerie and rips it clean off me with one sharp tug.
‘That’s better.’ His voice is smooth, satisfied, almost melodic.
Thick fingers slide through my slickness, and my pelvis arches upwards of its own accord. I’ve been starved of a man’s touch for way too long.
‘Soaking. I fucking knew it.’ He pulls his fingers away and I whimper in protest, watching as he brings his hand to his mouth and slowly sucks them.
‘You taste like heaven, Savannah.’ Blood pulses furiously below. He’s barely touched me and I’m embarrassingly close to coming all over his car seat.
His hand returns to where I need it, sliding through my slippery folds and I swear the relief is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
‘Talk to me, Savannah,’ he urges in a low, gritty tone. ‘Do you like that?’
I love his filthy mouth. I love his filthy fingers, and I can’t wait to find out how filthy he can be with his cock.
‘No, I don’t like it,’ I tell him through the darkness. His fingers pause and I cry out like a wild animal. ‘I fucking love it.’
‘That’s my girl.’ He slips a finger inside me and pumps while his thumb continues to circle my clit.
My girl.
