“I think I love your mom,” I gasp, my head falling to one side as his lips trail back up my neck. He tugs my earlobe between his teeth before kissing his way over my cheek and landing on my mouth. I come alive under his kiss. There’s no way to ever get enough, but tonight, maybe we can try.
“We’re not talking about my mom right now, Cherry.” His voice is a mixture of amusement and barely controlled lust. Suddenly, I’m airborne again, then dumped on my bed. Ronan steps back and quickly strips off his clothes before coming back over me, kissing his way up from the waistband of my shorts, lifting my tank up and off as he goes.
“We’ve got all night. All night for me to make you come on my tongue, and then on my cock. Over and over again. I want to worship your fucking perfect body and make it so you never forget you’re mine. All you have to decide is which one you want first. Tongue or cock.”
“Decisions, decisions,” I murmur as he toys with my nipple, rolling it between his fingers and thumb. “I choose…tongue.”
“Excellent choice.” His lips wrap around one nipple and he sucks, hard, making me cry out as my fingers find purchase in his hair. He lavishes attention on one breast before moving to the other, his hands roaming my body. I can feel his cock, heavy and long, with only my satin shorts as a barrier. And I don’t want anything between us. Squirming underneath him, I try to push them off, but he grabs my hands and pulls them up above my head.
“Don’t move.”
He slowly trails his hands down my sides, but I do as he says and keep my hands over my head. Slowly, agonizingly so, he drags my shorts down to my feet and tosses them behind him. I’m already breathing heavy with anticipation, the lust-filled looks he’s giving me making my head spin. How is it possible that every time we’re together, it’s hotter? Somehow more intense, more powerful than the last?
I don’t know if there’s an answer to that question. And right now, with his lips kissing their way up from my ankle to my knee, then tickling the inside of my thigh, I don’t fucking care.
His breath ghosts across my core, where I know I’m already drenched with desire.
“Mmm. All this for me? Good thing I’m hungry.” He gives me a wicked grin before flattening his tongue up my slit, making my back arch off the bed.
My hands come down, and he stops, lifting his head. “What did I say about those hands?”
I whimper, but put my hands back above my head, clutching the pillow in a death grip. His tongue lands on me again, and my hips start to rock. One arm comes up and bands over me, holding me still.
“Oh, fuck, Ronan, I need to move,” I cry out in protest, my toes curling into the mattress. He’s only just begun, but I’m already desperate. Needy. Ready to come.
“No, you don’t. You need to lie back and let me devour you, Willow. That’s what you need to do,” he growls against my flesh. “Let go and let me take care of you.”
Jesus Christ, this man.
Chapter thirty-eight
Ronan
Her taste explodes on my tongue as Willow cries out in surrender. I’ll never get tired of this. Of her, of us. I continue licking and sucking her clit, my arms tight restraints against her writhing hips, until I feel her body sag under me, the pleasure-fueled tension leaving her. Only then do I press one final kiss to her sex, then start moving up her body, kissing her damp skin.
“That was amazing,” she murmurs when I reach her breasts. “Is it my turn now?”
Ignoring that statement, I don’t respond. Instead, I nuzzle her skin, letting the rough scratch of my scruff turn her pink. My hands cover her tits, fingers plucking at her nipples. I can’t stop toying with her, teasing every last drop of pleasure from her. She’ll come again, there’s no doubt. The only question is, how soon and how often.
But I need to stop underestimating Willow’s determination. Because in a move I honestly don’t see coming, her legs wrap around my waist, heels digging into my ass, and with her hands on my chest, she pushes firmly until I give in and flip over.
“I was planning on you having both ways before anything else, you know. My tongue and my cock, remember?” I say, arching my brow.
Her answering smile is so bright, it’s almost blinding. “I mean, if you insist.” Her hips wiggle from side to side.
I chuckle. “Oh, I abso-fucking-lutely insist, Cherry.” But instead of getting straight to it, I find myself pausing, an overwhelming sense of wonder hitting me.
“You’re exquisite,” I say lowly, running my hands along her thighs that are pinned to my sides. “A fucking goddess among men. How the hell did I get so lucky to call you mine?”
Willow gives me an impish look before leaning down. Her hair falls to form a curtain around us as her breath ghosts across my lips. “Fate.”
My laugh is swallowed by her kiss, her tongue plundering my mouth, giving me everything I gave her and more. She starts to grind on me, her already wet core rubbing against my dick, making me impossibly harder. With every move of her hips, it’s clear how easy it would be to just slide inside of her bare. But with all the chaos around us lately, we haven’t had that discussion.
I can tell she’s reached the same observation when she lifts her head. “I need to feel you, Ronan. All of you. If you’re mine, then I want it all.”
“Fuck, Cherry. I want that, too. You’re sure?” I ask, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear. “Before you, there was no one for a long time.”
Willow’s hips are still rocking, the movement involuntary, as if her body can’t help but seek pleasure even as we have this important conversation.
