And hisexpression.
It’s hungry. Possessive.
“Angel,” he murmurs. “My angel. How did I get so lucky?”
A glance below his waist shows the depth of his arousal. My core squeezes around nothing in reaction.
“I think we’re both lucky,” I breathe.
“Angel.” He leans over the bed and kisses me. First gently, just a brush of his lips against mine. Then harder. More insistent. I kiss him back just as passionately. Desperately. Already, I’m aching to feel him inside me.
One hand comes to my breast, and he flicks his thumb across my sensitive nipple. I arch towards him as electricity streaks through me.
“Ah, fuck,” Ronan whispers as he drags his mouth from mine. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
“The same thing you do to me,” I reply. Then I grab the back of his head and pull him down for another kiss. Only this time I’m the one taking the lead.
I’m not sure how long we kiss. But it’s long enough to set me on fire for him. It’s long enough for my panties to go damp and my breasts to ache.
I shift restlessly on the bed, my hips moving of their own accord. My hands are all over him—touching the flat planes of his chest and the swell of his biceps and the thrum of his pulse at his throat.
“Ronan,” I gasp. “I need…”
He draws back, his eyes burning with need. “The door.” Turning quickly, he hurries over to the door, pulls it shut, andlocks it. Then, in several long, purposeful strides, he returns to my side. “Are you sure?” he asks.
“Yes.” I reach for my waistband and unfasten the top button. “I’m very sure.”
His gaze sears into mine. “Then let me.”
So I do.
“I love taking care of you,” he murmurs as he peels off my clothes. “It makes me happy.”
“As long as I get to take care of you sometimes, too,” I reply quietly. “Because that makes me happy, too.”
Ronan pulls my shirt the rest of the way off, leaving me in only my bra and panties. “You will. But tonight. Will you let me?”
As if I could say no. As if I wanted to.
“Yes,” I whisper. “Yes.”
And he does. Oh, how he does.
He lavishes kisses all over my body. His hands move across my skin, finding my most sensitive spots and caressing them until my skin is hot and tingling. He takes my breasts in his mouth and strokes his tongue across my distended nipples.
Then he takes off his own clothes and lets me take my fill of him.
The room is still dark, but the nightlight across the room casts enough light for me to appreciate Ronan’s body—his broad chest and flat stomach with more muscles than I thought possible. There’s enough light to catch the shadow of the veins on his arms and the swell of his biceps.
And his arousal. It’s thick. Long. It juts from his body as if it’s desperate for me.
“Ronan.” I crook my finger at him. “Come here. Now.”
The corner of his mouth quirks. “I thought I was taking care of you.”
“You are,” I reply. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to touch you, does it?”
He thinks for a second before joining me on the bed. “Well. I suppose it doesn’t.”
