“I can overlook that.” He pushes my hair aside and runs the tip of his nose up the curve of my neck. I break out in chills from the sensual contact. “I have an entire waitstaff that can cook. We’ll just use the kitchen when I want you for dinner.”
A naughty image of Ronan fucking me on his kitchen island plays through my mind. It’s the first time I have everfound myself fantasizing about him.
“That sounds dirty.”
“I can definitely be dirty,” he promises.
I abandon the dishes in the sink and turn in Ronan’s arms.
“Are you interested in getting dirty right now?” I tempt him.
“Fallon, I have wanted to get you dirty since day one.” He yanks me against him, our chests colliding. For a beat, we just stare at each other, not saying a word. Then he kisses me. Slams his mouth right down against mine, and the embrace completely kidnaps me. It just drags me away, unseen and unheard.
The temperature jumps from heated to hot to sizzling in the matter of several hasty minutes.Lifting me off the floor, Ronan plants me on the cool, white countertop. Forcing my legs apart, he makes himself comfortable between them, pressing the hardness concealed in his pants snugly against my pussy. He wants me to feel him. Wants me to know just how much he wants me, and surprisingly, I share his desire.
“I want to get lucky,” he growls playfully.
“You’re Irish. You’re always lucky,” I toy with him.
“Aye, ’tis the truth,” he replies in a mock Irish accent, and a debilitating chill runs down my spine. An echo of the past haunts me for a few paralyzing seconds, but Ronan snaps me out of it when he bites my bottom lip and yanks at my shirt. I push the past to the side like it doesn’t exist and willingly get swept away in the present.Fuck you, Declan O’Dea.
Ronan is a beast. He doesn't waste any time. He knows what he wants, and he goes for it. Much like his notorious reputation. Stripping me down to nothing, he manhandles me, pulling my legs over his shoulders so he can feast.
The lower half of my body is suspended in the air as he gluttonously eats my pussy, his tongue a slithering, savage snake striking my clit.
I moan and squirm mindlessly in his iron grasp, coming closer and closer to a brain-splitting orgasm.
“You taste better than the center of a Boston cream pie.” He indulgently smears half his face in the arousal dripping from my pussy. I’ll take that as the highest compliment coming from a native New Englander.
“Make me come, and I’ll be even sweeter,” I egg him on, dangling on the edge of hedonistic glory.
“Say my name when you come.” He bites my clit, and I shudder. “Fucking scream it.”
I squeeze my thighs around Ronan’s head as he licks me into oblivion.
My breathing becomes heavier with each inch closer to euphoria. The man is a fucking magician with his mouth.
My body tenses and shivers the harder I’m pushed until the sweet tidal wave of bliss begins to wash over me, my pussy throbbing and aching until I’m trapped in a complete sexual seizure.
I go to scream out, to call Declan’s name, but I catch myself. It’s not Declan who’s pleasuring me; it’s Ronan.
“Ah!” I uncontrollably hit my peak and tumble headfirst into a blinding orgasm.“Ronan!” I scream, just like I’m told, pulling his hair.
I come wildly, bucking in his arms, fighting his tight hold as pleasure bleeds out of me.
I go limp when the climax passes, even though Ronan is still indulging in me like dessert.
“Fuck, I’m hooked.” He licks my soaked folds delectably. “I’m so fucking hooked.” He pants like a feral fucking animal.
Placing my lower body back down onto the countertop, he deftly unbuttons his dress pants and shoves them down his thighs. There’s no turning back now. The man has had a lick of the lollipop, and it’s onlymade his sugar craving intensify. I recognize the look in his eyes. It’s so primitive and so sharp it could cut you if you aren’t careful.
“I’m going to fucking come in you. I’m going to mark you. I’m going to make you fucking mine.”He hauls me up into a sitting position and grabs hold of my heated ass cheeks. Then he penetrates me. Hard and fast, taking everything he’s been chasing.
His thrusts are deep and controlled. Each one bucking my body up off the granite. I feel him everywhere, infiltrating me on every level.
“Christ, you’re so fucking good.” His teeth are clenched, his muscles are stiff, and his cock is so fucking swollen it fills me completely. It demands more than I’ve already given. “Come again. Come with me. Let me fucking feel that sweet ass juice.” Ronan pumps harder and faster, his arousal picking up speed.
I allow myself to let go. To get swept away in the man who is thoroughlyfucking me. A hot ache races over my bare skin and settles in my lower abdomen. I’m going to come again. Iwantto come again.
