He moans at my forwardness. “Take what you want from me. I love it.”
He strokes my lower lips teasingly, his fingers gliding over my folds with such tenderness that it makes me shiver. I want him in me, want him to press the heel of his hand against me as his fingers work in me. I want him to make me come.
But not yet.
“There is something else I want,” I say.
“Name it.”
I don’t. Instead, I reach over the arm of his chair and stroke him through his trousers. Those slutty Selaran trousers. So thin, so silky soft. He shifts and rolls his head back, then he covers the action with a stretch.
“Gods,” he says, his voice dark and husky.
He looks at me in disbelief as I stroke him through the fabric. I trace the outline of his length, feeling it grow in my hand as I wrap my fingers around it. Damn, it feels amazing to touch him like this. “Is this for me?” I ask.
“Only for you,” he says, pressing a quick kiss to my bare shoulder. “Whenever you want it.”
“How about now?”
“Done with the show?”
I am, but there’s a part of me that’s enjoying this too much to leave.
“Hang on,” he says at my hesitation. “I have another idea.”
He removes his hand from me, and I feel the lack almost immediately. And then the strangest thing I’ve ever seen happens.
Ronan slides down in his chair until he’s kneeling on the floor in front of it. But he’s still there in the chair too. The image of him is, at least.
“What the fuck,” I whisper.
He presses a finger to his lips to quiet me. It’s the same finger he was stroking me with. He licks my juices off of it, and I feel his primal pleasure deep in my core. “You’re delicious,” he murmurs, crawling until he’s in front of me. “I need more.”
The image of Ronan beside me smiles uncannily, watching the show.
The Ronan between my legs is cloaked in shadow and hidden by the railing, but there are people just on the other side of the walls of the box. It’s terrifying and yet deeply erotic to know that I’m spread open with people just a few feet away.
He must sense my fear because he kisses the inside of my thigh near my knee. “Unless you don’t want me to.”
Fuck, I want him to.
I put my hand in his perfect hair and tug him to me.
“Fuck yes,” he rasps, skimming the inside of my thigh with his tongue before pushing my legs open further.
Then he reaches back and grabs me by my ass, pulling me forward a few inches.
My mouth falls open, but I clench it shut as quickly as I can. Beside me, the image of Ronan sinks a few inches in the chair to hide my movement.
“You’re so beautiful. Every part of you. I’ve been thinking about this since that day at the baths.”
“You saw me?” I blush at the memory of me naked, scrambling for my towel with him across the room.
“Not nearly enough,” he says. “But enough for a fantasy or two. Now do your best to stay quiet. We’re nearly to the sad part. When I’m done with you, you’re going to look as if you’ve been deeply moved by the music. Very deeply.”
I moan as he parts my lower lips just as he parted the dress.
He places a soft kiss right on my clit. It’s so light, so gentle that it drives me wild with need. “Ronan,” I beg.
