It’s almost laughable that he could possibly think I’m feeling anything other than pure pulsating need by now. At the same time, his restraint, his chivalry, is kind of incredible. But it’s not what I want. I want him unrestrained. I want to be devoured.I want to see stars.
Plucking the key card out of his hand, I scan it and push open the door, stepping inside. He holds it open, still not crossing the threshold. Is he going to make me say it?
Nah. I can do better. Reaching to my side, I unzip my dress, pull the thin straps off my shoulders, and let it fall to the floor. Stepping out of it, I hook my fingers in the edge of my panties and pause. “Do I keep going, or…”
With what can only be described as a growl, Ronan finally steps inside, slamming the door and locking it behind him.
“You’re mine, Cherry. Tonight, you’re mine.”
Chapter eight
Ronan
The sound of the door closing behind me is like the gunshot at the start of a race. In two strides, I’m in front of her, and in one second, I’m kissing her upturned lips. I make good on my promise to devour her, plundering her mouth, drinking down her needy whimpers as my hands tangle in her hair. Hands roam my back, gripping my shirt, then releasing it to move to my shoulders, then back down, as if she can’t stop herself from trying to touch every inch of me.
I can relate. There’s nothing I want more than to spend the next several hours exploring all of her.
Starting right fucking now.
Sweeping Willow up into my arms, I carry her through the suite until I reach the bedroom. Her tits are pressed against me, her long sun-kissed legs wrapped around my waist. I don’t want to set her down but it’s kind of a fucking necessity for me to get my clothes off. Slowly, I lower her to stand, our lips never breaking apart in kiss after hungry kiss.
I fumble with my buttons but manage to get the damn shirt open and tear it off as her hands make quick work of undoing my shorts. They get shoved down along with my boxers and my cock springs free, already hard. Hell, it’s been hard all goddamn evening.
“Ronan,” she moans as I suck a mark into the base of her neck. Fucking right, I’m claiming her. I’ve never felt semi-feral over a woman like I do over this one. We only met a few days ago, but it’s as if my body knows exactly what to do to drive her wild. I graze my teeth and tongue over her soft, warm skin, dropping down to her perfect tits that were just pressed against me. Sucking one into my mouth, I pull, then release with a pop as she tugs on my hair. Moving to the other side, I repeat the action before pushing them together in my hands.
“Fucking hell, I could spend forever here,” I mutter in between kisses to the soft mounds.
“I hope you don’t,” comes her reply. I glance up to see that one fucking eyebrow raised again. Goddamn.Why is that so sexy?Is it the way she so unabashedly says what she feels, asks for what she wants, and takes no shit? How the fuck do I get all that from one eyebrow? I don’t know.
“There’s somewhere else I’d rather you focus your attention.” She grins, then pushes away from me, hooking her fingers in her panties and sliding them down to kick them off before sitting on the bed. Those long legs spread wide, and there’s no holding back my groan at the sight of her glistening pussy, covered in a neatly trimmed strip of hair.
“Look at how fucking wet you are for me. What a good fucking girl,” I growl. Dropping to my knees, I kiss my way up the inside of one of her legs. My dick is aching, but there’s not a chance I’m doing a goddamn thing about it until I’ve tasted her on my tongue.
Willow lifts her legs and drapes them over my shoulders before tangling her hands in my hair again. “Devour me, Ronan.”
Fucking right.I dive in, and the second her essence hits my tongue, I groan. Swear to fucking God, I’ve never tasted anything so sweet. My tongue swirls around, lapping her up.
Every drop is like nectar, and I’m addicted. I suck on her clit, drawing out a shriek. Her body bows off the bed when I sweep my tongue up and down her slit, then tug her clit in between my teeth again, this time letting them lightly graze the sensitized nub.
Her breathless sighs guide me just as much as her fingers tightening and releasing their grip on my hair. I add my fingers to the mix, dipping in and curling over to find her G-spot, surprising even myself with how I apparently zero in on it, judging by her reaction.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Ohfuck!”she screams as her legs shake, squeezing my head like a vice. I taste her explode on my tongue as my fingers feel the clench and release of her inner muscles. Looking up at her face, I know for a fact I’ll never forget how beautiful she is in the throes of her orgasm. The pink flush on her cheeks, her slightly parted lips, the pulse fluttering visibly in her neck.
She’s a goddess.
Her legs relax, and as soon as I can move, I surge upward. Holding myself over her, I pause to lift one hand to wipe off my mouth, but Willow levers her upper body to capture my lips before I have a chance. Her desperation is driving me insane in the best possible way.
“I knew you would be good, but did you have to ruin me for any other man?” she purrs as she lowers herself back down. I lean my head in to kiss her again.
“Yeah, sorry.”
“No, you’re not.” She laughs, shaking her head. I lower down onto one elbow, keeping most of my weight off her. But my cock is nestled between us and when she starts to shift under me, I groan.
“If you do that, things are gonna move a lot faster than I wanted them to.”
“I’m good with fast. Really, really good. Fast is fun.”
She pushes at my chest, and I roll over onto my back, taking her with me until she’s straddling my hips. Her hand wraps around my dick, and the friction from her jacking me off has my spine stiffening, my head thrown back onto the pillow.“Fuck.”
