I have half a mind to—oh fuck it. I stand, walk around the small table between us, and next to Ronan, I stop. I’m not sure what comes next.
His fingers brush mine lightly. “Tell me to stop.” The control in his voice is absolute.
I lace my fingers with his. His grip tightens, just enough to guide me onto his lap. His hand comes to the back of my neck, guiding but not forcing. When his lips brush mine, he’s testing me. Giving me a chance to back out of this. He tastes like whiskey and restraint. The kiss deepens gradually, and when I open my mouth, his tongue glides over mine.
When he pulls back, his thumb traces my jaw. “You respond well to direction,” he murmurs.
Heat floods through me. “You’re very observant.”
“It is my hobby.”
“Women?”
There’s that smirk again. “Giving instruction. Particularly to naked women.”
His words creep through the lust fog in my head. “You’re like, what, a dominant or something?”
“Something like that.”
The air between us changes entirely. His hand settles at my waist, firm but unhurried. Every touch feels intentional. “You are certain?”
“Yes.”
A flicker of approval crosses his face. He kisses me again, slower this time, deeper. His hand moves with purpose over my leggings, sliding up my inner thigh until he reaches my pussy. There, he massages me, using the base of his thumb against my clit through my clothes. I grind against his hand. “Eager thing.”
I bob my head in agreement. “Can you blame me?”
“Not at all.” His hands round my ass, where he gives me a gentle spank with both hands. “Stand for me, Sage.”
I climb off his lap. He presses a button on his chair, and the table that was between us turns and reveals a mattress that aligns with the seats to become a bed. There are even pillows molded into it. He haphazardly tosses a blanket from storage beneath his chair onto the bed. Without a word, he stands and wraps his arms around me from behind.
“Tell me to stop.”
“You keep saying that. There’s no need.”
“If I get out of hand, tell me. Swear it.”
I swallow. What does out of hand mean? “I swear I will.”
“Good girl.” Just hearing that out of him makes parts of me twitch. But when he lifts my hair up and kisses the back of my neck, I shiver from the sensation. Then his hands skim up my sides beneath my sweater to help me out of it. “You won’t be needing this for some time. I’ll keep you warm.”
Am I really doing this? Hooking up with a rich doctor? Mom would be so proud. Not that I do anything for her approval anymore.
But seriously, is this what I should be doing, so soon after a breakup? I loved Connor—didn’t I? Don’t I need time to heal?
But my body says that right now, all I need is Ronan. “Keep me warm.”
“I will. But first…” He unclips my bra and slowly peels the straps down my shoulders, planting kisses on the sensitive skin there as he moves them. Then his teeth graze that spot where my shoulder meets my neck, and I gasp.
It’s strange, being with a stranger. But I like it.
He growls out, “How long has it been, Sage?”
I swallow. “A while.”
“He truly didn’t know what he had, did he?”
I shake my head.
