I wish.
It’s so good.
He’s so good.
He knows exactly where to touch me. How much pressure. Speed. Tempo. The man is gifted. I’m moaning and undulating and writhing around his expert fingers.
My limbs shake, my thighs tighten, and hot, white delirious oblivion devastates every cell in my body. Wave after wave of pleasure tears through my core. I clench around his fingers, wringing out every last drop, crying his name like a blessing and a curse.
His fingers still and slide out. I watch in fascination as he puts them into his mouth again. ‘You taste utterly tantalising. I’m going to need so much more.’
Remind me again why I’ve been abstaining from men for all these years?
Oh wait, because I’ve never had one ruin me the way Ronan just did.
Twice he’s made me come so hard I can’t remember my name.
It’s high time I repaid the favour.
Chapter Twenty-Two
RONAN
‘Pull in.’ Savannah’s voice is low and demanding.
‘I’m not fucking you on the side of the road.’ I refuse our first time to be anywhere but in a bed. It has to be perfect. So perfect that she’ll drop the “just one night” bullshit. She was made for me. I feel it with every fibre in my body.
Every day I wake up thinking about her, wondering if she’s okay. Wondering if she’s thinking of me. And I fall asleep with her face at the forefront of my mind and usually on the screen of my phone.
‘I said pull in,’ Savannah insists.
I glance at the clock. We’re still over an hour away from Ballybowen and if I don’t let her at least touch me, I might explode before we reach the town border. I indicate off at the next exit and drive until I find an isolated spot overlooking the sea lapping at the beach below.
‘Can I help you?’ I take my foot off the pedal and the car cuts out automatically.
‘I’m about to help you.’ The moonlight spills through the window, casting a dim light on Savannah’s gleaming turquoiseeyes. I don’t recognise this playful, girlish version of her, but I love it. I should get her out of Dublin more often.
She unclips her seatbelt with a definitive click. Dainty fingers reach across the car and tug at the top button of my jeans until they pop open. My cock is rock hard and weeping already, crying for her touch.
‘I’ve been wondering for a while what you’ve been hiding down here.’ Her tone is weighted with want.
I watch as she wraps her hands around my length, gazing down with palpable awe.
Her eyes snap to mine. ‘I always thought you were arrogant, but maybe I would be too if I was walking around with something this size in my pants.’
‘I’m not arrogant. Confident? Yeah, sometimes, but don’t be fooled. We all hide behind the mask we wear for the rest of the world.’
A flicker of understanding ripples across her even features.
‘You know what I think you are, beneath the mask you wear?’ Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and her eyes fall to my crotch again.
‘What?’ My breath hitches and not just because Savannah Kingsley has my cock in her hands, something I’ve thought about for the past two years, but because what she thinks about me is just as significant.
‘I think you are one of the nicest guys I’ve ever met. You’re kind and considerate and caring.’
I laugh. ‘Nice guys finish last, though, right?’
‘This nice guy’s going to finish in my mouth.’ Her face lowers as she inches full red lips over my crown and sucks. Fucking hell, it’s the most transcendent experience of my life.
