‘Demanding little thing, aren’t you?’ He licks his lips and crawls up the thick luxurious mattress, eyeing me like I’m a goddess. It doesn’t matter if I’m in a full face of make-up, or if my hair is matted and standing up on end, the same inexplicable wonder twinkles in his eyes.
‘I’ve been deprived for years,’ I remind him. ‘Actually, forever. No one ever fucked me like you do.’
‘And no one ever will.’ His pupils gleam, not with arrogance, but with a defiant confidence.
‘Is that right?’ I part my legs wider in invitation. There’s something so carnal about having sex outside, with the sun beating down on us, and the knowledge one of the neighbours might see us.
‘You’re mine, Savannah. And I don’t share.’
‘Neither do I.’ For a split-second, my ex’s smug face forces itself to the forefront of my mind.
I shared him. Though I hadn’t realised it at the time. His wife is petite, with dark hair and porcelain skin and bone structure most women would sell their soul for. I still have no idea why he would cheat on her in the first place.
Or why anyone would cheat on anyone.
If you’re unhappy, why not just leave?
Or perhaps he wasn’t unhappy. Perhaps he wanted his cake and to eat it.
Argh. Why am I thinking about this now when I’ve been doing so well?
I close my eyes, count to five and mentally chant Ronan isn’t him.
‘Look at me.’ Ronan hovers over me, his finger traces my jawline before tilting my chin up and forcing my eyes onto his. ‘You’re beautiful. I’m obsessed with you. And I’ve got you, okay?’
I’ve got you.
It’s his mantra for me. He says it every time I doubt him, or myself.
Trust is hard to earn, and even harder to give.
‘I know I’m supposed to be an independent woman and all that, but I like being “got”.’ Admitting this somehow feels more intimate than the fact my bikini bottoms are round myankles and his thick cock is nudging at my centre, weeping with want.
‘Having mutually consensual filthy sex doesn’t make you any less independent. If anything, you’re excelling in championing the women of this world by going after what you want and grabbing it by the balls.’ Ronan cups my breasts, tugging my bikini top lower until my breasts spill over the top.
My hand slides over his granite glutes before reaching between us and grabbing him by the balls. ‘Like this, you mean?’
Way to get back in the moment. Our lips collide with a fire and lust and longing. Our hands clash as we both fight to tug his shorts down. I scratch and claw at his sculpted ass cheeks, dragging him into my centre.
‘Savannah.’ His voice is low and guttural, but there’s a warning in it.
‘What?’ I buck impatiently against him.
‘I’m not wrapped.’ He inches backwards on his knees, but I dig my nails into his ass. ‘Did you get tested?’
‘Of course. And I’ve always used protection.’ He swallows thickly, those liquid molten eyes melting my soul.
‘I’m on the pill. For hormonal reasons.’ I nip at my lower lip, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside me, really feel him, not some latex sheath.
‘Oh baby, are you saying what I think you’re saying?’ He drags his huge cock through my slick folds.
‘Yes.’
‘I think I love you,’ he says with a wolfish grin.
Before I can even contemplate a reply, he inches himself inside me, our skin slipping and sliding as he relentlessly thrusts. Those rolling hips hit every sensitive spot I own.
‘You feel so fucking good,’ he murmurs into my mouth. Deft fingers find my wrists and pin them above my head. Wild wide eyes devour me like he’s committing this momentto memory. ‘I could do this all day, every day. I could happily live inside you for the rest of my life.’
