“Harder. I need all of you,” I beg raggedly.
“Fuck, yes. Take it. Take all of me,” he rasps and buries himself fully with one pounding movement. I stretch around him. The intensity is like nothing I’ve felt before, his cock hitting a spot that turns me mindless with want. He sets a driving, merciless pace, and I chant his name over and over to it. One of his hands plays with my nipple, the other with my clit, and his mouth licks and sucks at my neck while he fills me over and over.
He’s everywhere, in me, around me. My mind and body are all so full of him. I go higher and higher until it’s all too much, and I explode.
I cry out, and he swears and surges into me until he comes with a sound that I want to remember forever.
He flips us over, taking me with him so I lie, spent, on top of him. Even in this moment of release and ecstasy, he’s considerate of his size. Reaching between us, he deals with the condom.
“That was…” I say, flailing for words.
“Yeah,” he agrees.
“I’m so…”
“Perfect,” he completes, and I get even more flushed with pleasure.
“You fit!” I say in amazement when I finally get my breath back.
“Told you,” he mumbles.
“When I think of the time we’ve wasted. We could have been doing this all month. Why didn’t we do this earlier?” I ask, thinking about all the orgasms I missed.
“You’re the nanny. We’re not even supposed to be doing this now.”
“Psh. I’m only the temporary nanny. We wasted so much time.” My heart constricts at the thought. All I want is to wring out every last second of time together. “You’re off tomorrow, right?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I have plans for us.”
“What kinds of plans?” he asks as he circles my breasts with one of his fingers. My nipple tightens in response.
“It’s snowing. We can go sledding and build a snowman. Belle will love it.”
“Hmmm.” he bends down to kiss my stomach. I’m amazed that after that orgasm, I’m still ready to go again. I was always more of a one-and-done kind of girl. But with Ronan, it’s different. Everything’s different.
“Sledding makes children very tired. Tired children tend to sleep through the night,” I say as I feel his other hand making its way downward.
“Sledding is good.”
“Yes,” I say on a sigh, reaching for him. My eyes widen to find him already hard again.
Everything about Ronan is different. In all the best ways.
“So how many condoms fit in a suit pocket?” I ask. “Just out of curiosity.”
“Not enough. But I have more in my drawer.”
“Good,” I say. “Very good.”
“I’m glad you approve. Because I intend on having you all night long.”
“Okay.”
CHAPTER29
7 DAYS TO CHRISTMAS
