“You have given me several frights in the past day or so, and that warrants some punishment.”
“Don’t you dare!” But she doesn’t stop. There’s a curl at the corners of her mouth. She’s enjoying this game, even if it doesn’t get her where she wants to be.
I take a breath, acting disappointed. I’m not good at it when it comes to Sage. She impresses me relentlessly. “I don’t know. Tell me a reason to let you come.” I add another finger inside of her, earning a full body shudder from her.
“I’m not going anywhere?—”
“You’re going to uni.”
She gasps, “You know what I mean!”
I rub my thumb over her clit, and she loses her breath. “See, I want to make you come?—”
“Then do it! Please!”
“But if I let you come for no reason, what kind of lesson is that? Am I only reinforcing this troublesome?—”
“Oh my God, Ronan, if you don’t, I am going to?—”
I kiss her hard and finger her harder until she’s a quaking mess. Her screams fill my mouth and my soul. I’d wanted to do this the right way, take her to the bedroom, make love, all of that. But I can’t wait.
Can’t even wait long enough to fully remove my clothing.
I yank my sweatpants down along with her leggings, just enough to be able to enter her. Her legs are close together like this, thanks to the leggings acting like shackles. She’s still twitching when I work my cock into her, and as I do it, she wriggles beneath me, muttering, “Oh God, oh God, yes!”
As soon as I’m halfway in, I kiss her once more, unable to stop myself from humping her into the couch. This is what I needed. The reassurance of her body on mine. The feel of her beneath me. With me. To make her cry out and crave more.
My balls ache, my spine pulses. The edge is right there, and I see it in her eyes as I lace my fingers with hers, pinning her to the couch. She gasps my name, body arching hard enough to move me, but not push me out. I feel her coming on me, and it ignites my flame, burning through my blood, my bones, until all that’s left is her. Pleasure crests while we kiss and bite and lick as we slow to a gentle stop.
My breaths blow the errant hairs around her face. They had crowded there from the couch cushions while I pounded her, and now, they’re a cherry-chocolate halo mess.
My dirty angel.
She nips at my bottom lip and smiles. “See? Toe-curling. I’m not going anywhere.”
I laugh and kiss her again until our mouths are raw. I was wrong earlier, and I’ve never been so happy to be wrong.
Nothing else in the world can restore my crumbling heart like Sage Henley.
33
SAGE
I wakeup in the morning already wanting Ronan, which is not new but is still something I notice every time—a small, pleased surprise, the way you might notice the quality of light on a morning that turns out to be beautiful.
His body is pressed against me from behind, and he’s hard. He’s awake before me. He always is, some internal clock I can’t compete with. He’s lying on his side looking at me with his trademark particular expression. “Good morning.” He grinds against my bare ass.
“Good morning.” I close the lack of distance, and that’s how the morning starts.
He pulls my leg over his to spread me open, and his hand cups my pussy in the most delicate way imaginable. “Not too sore, are you? Given last night?—”
“The time in the living room, the time when you bent me over the counter in the kitchen, or later on the washing machine?”
His next breath is long and unhurried. “The day ended better than it began.” His fingertips stir over me there until they settlearound my clit, making my body jerk. “Thought I should ask before I assume a standing invitation. Don’t want to overstay my welcome.”
I giggle until his touch gets serious. “You are always welcome.” I think for a moment. “Unless I say otherwise.”
“I’d have it no other way.” His fingers slide around me, ensuring my wetness before he goes further. “I love how slick I make you.”
