“What I want?” His voice dips to a low growl. “Oh, cupcake. I want lots of things with you. But.”
His hands come to my waistband. “I’m going to take these off,” he says. “Is that okay?”
As if I could say no when my body is desperate for him? As if I want to? “Yes. It’s okay.”
“Good.” He quickly unfastens my jeans and strips them off, leaving me in only a pair of plain black panties that are already damp from excitement. “Is this because of me?” Ronan asks. His finger comes to the edge of my panties and moves them aside.
I nod. “Yes.”
A possessive expression moves across Ronan’s face. “I’m going to take them off,” he says. “And then I’m going to taste you. See if you’re as sweet as I imagined.”
My core squeezes. Inner muscles quiver. My heart flutters in anticipation. “Okay.” When I realize he’s still looking at me, I clarify, “Yes. Please.”
So he does.
First, the panties are peeled off and tossed aside.
Then my legs are spread wider and draped over Ronan’s shoulders.
I’m wide open to him. Exposed. Insecurity flares when I remember that I’m not nearly as groomed down there as I’d like to be. But Ronan doesn’t seem to care. He just looks at me and says roughly, “So fucking gorgeous.”
And then he puts his mouth on me.
His tongue laps at me. Strokes. Teases.
His lips find that little bundle of nerves and close around it, sucking hard.
When my hips jerk at the sensation, he splays his hand across them and holds me still.
One finger slips inside me. Then a second.
When I crane my neck to look down, Ronan looks up at me at the same time. His gaze is hot. Hungry. But there’s something else there, too. Something deep. Something that makes my heart skip.
“Is this good?” he asks.
“Yes.” His fingers curl inside me, and I moan. “Oh, yes.”
“Good,” he replies with a hint of satisfaction. And then he dips his head again.
I’m not sure what kind of magic Ronan has, but he does things to me I never imagined possible. My body is electrified. Desire coils thick and heavy at my core, building hotter andmore intense by the second. My pulse is racing. It’s hard to take a full breath.
Then he does thisthingwith his mouth.
His fingers come almost all the way out of me, then thrust deep again.
And I come apart in an explosion of sensation and light.
My fingers and toes curl.
My lungs stop working.
My neck arches and my eyes slam shut.
As my inner muscles clutch and release, Ronan pumps his fingers slowly inside me, drawing out my orgasm.
When I finally come back to myself, I pry my eyes open to find Ronan staring down at me with an extremely pleased expression. Though he’s standing, his fingers are still inside me. His beard looks slightly damp, which is also something I never expected to find sexy, but do.
“Did that match your fantasy?” he asks with a little smirk. “Or should I try again?”
