“Yes, please,” she says saucily.
“Condoms are in the bathroom.” I look her in the eye. “I’m clean, the team tests us regularly. But I’ve got one kid and don’t want another right now.”
She hops off and saunters into my bathroom, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Trust me, a kid is not in my future plans right now, either.”
Coming back with the strip of condoms I almost didn’t put in my wash bag while packing, she tosses them on the bed beside us before climbing right back on top of me. “Now. Where were we?”
I lace my hands behind my head and just grin. “Wherever you want us to be.”
Taking one of the condoms, she tears it open with her teeth. It’s such a guy move, I chuckle. “You’re gonna be a lot of fun, aren’t you?”
She doesn’t answer right away, instead rolling the condom down my dick. Lining up her hips, she slowly starts to lower. Then, only then, does she reply. “More than you can handle.”
I move to grip her ass, squeezing my fingers, then lifting one hand off and slapping the rounded flesh lightly. “You have no idea what I can handle. Ride me, Cherry. Use me like you’d use that fucking vibrator I know is in your bag.”
Her smile is wicked. Sinful, lust-filled, and wicked. As her hips start to rock back and forth, she lowers herself down so that her breasts brush against my chest and her hair falls in a curtain around our faces. Her hips continue to bounce up and down my length. “Spank me again, Ronan. I like it.”
My hand rubs a circle over her ass, feeling the muscles clench as she lifts herself up slightly, then slides back down. “Only good girls get what they ask for, and if you make me come before you do, then you’ll be a very bad girl.”
Willow stills. Our eyes are locked on each other. Heavy breathing is the only sound in the sexiest standoff I’ve ever imagined. Slowly, I lift my hand off her skin. She lifts her hips. I tilt my head and meet her smirk with one of my own.
“Goddamn it, woman,” I grind out as I smack her ass, following through with a push up of my hips that forces her to clench around my cock.
“Fuck, yes, Ronan. Again,” she moans, taunting me by rising up again. I shake my head, instead gripping her ass with my large hands and taking over from below, pistoning my hips up into her over and over.
My plan threatens to backfire as I feel my orgasm coming over me, but Willow’s pussy is starting to flutter around me, and I know she’s close as well. Reaching down between us, I manage to pinch her clit, making her scream my name.
“Ronan!”
“That’s right, Cherry. You’re mine. I told you. That means I decide when you come, and I say you come right fucking now.” The last word comes out as a roar as she squeezes my dick in a vice, that orgasm I’ve been holding off hurtling through me at max force.
Her cries of pleasure mix with mine as I feel her own release ripple through her, the vibrations making me groan. She collapses down onto my chest, the two of us panting, hearts racing, skin sticky. Somehow, her arms wriggle underneath me so she’s full-on hugging me.
Hugging me.
I haven’t had a grown woman, other than my mother, hug me in a long fucking time. It should feel weird, but as my arms wrap around her, holding her to me, it doesn’t feel weird at all.
“We aresodoing that again.”
I start to shake with laughter at her muffled words. She lifts her head off my chest and quirks her lips at me.
“You disagree?”
“Oh, hell no.” Thanking all of my trainers and coaches for the muscles that make it possible, I flip us over so she’s spread out underneath me. “I most definitely agree. Again, and again, and again.” I kiss her, then pull out slowly and tie off the condom as I stand up. “You’re really good at riding my cock; how good will you be at riding my face?”
Willow props herself on her elbows, and she’s just so fucking beautiful, sprawled against the messed-up sheets in this hotel room on the other side of the world from my normal life, it makes me feel like I’m in a dream.
A really hot dream.
“You should know I had a horse when I was younger. I’m really good at ridinganything.”
I drop the condom in the waste basket and lunge back over her on the bed, sweeping her up in my arms as I roll onto my back. “How about you find the toy that had every man in the security line imagining you using it and ride away, cowgirl.”
Chapter nine
Willow
Rolling over, a smile already on my face despite the lack of sleep last night, I expect to find Ronan’s warm and willing body. Instead, the sheets and pillow are cold. And empty. Gathering the sheet to my chest, I sit up, pushing my hair back as I blink my sleepy eyes open.
