What did I just get myself into?
He breathed me in deeply, his soft rumbling hum ripping all thoughts from my mind. That dangerous little noise sounded a lot different in real life than in my dream-walk. He nipped my neck, then soothed the sharp pain with his tongue. My heels dug into the table, screeching against the wood.
“That’s not a kiss,” I said breathlessly, having no idea why. That was the whole point. But I think he short-circuited my mind.
Ronen smiled against my neck. “No?”
He yanked me back. I arched against his tight hold, my breasts pushed out. He watched me as he slowly lowered his head to my cleavage, the tip of his tongue tracing my skin, making my eyes flutter. His free hand painstakingly unbuttoned my dress. The caramel still stuck on his fingers spread across my soft curves.
Ronen tsked. At my sticky skin? At my body? What was he tsking at?
I tried to peek at his face, but his fingers gripped me tight, holding my head firmly back. My heart pounded with each button he flicked open. Every sharp pop of fabric was a gavel sentencing my body to heat and aching. His slow, savoring movements made me insane.
Finally, he undid the last button covering my naked breasts.
“Fucking stunning,” he breathed.
I couldn’t even doubt him. Not when he gave me one more emotion—awe.
Or maybe what truly silenced my doubts was the tongue licking up the mess he made on my chest, groaning like I was a delicious morsel.
Did he have any idea how thoroughly he was undoing me with that sound? The vibrations combined with the tingles created an addictive cocktail. He didn’t stop there either. His mouth wrapped around my nipple and bit down, ripping a gasp from me, then soothed the pain with a caressing, wet touch.
“How about that? Was that a kiss?”
“No—”
“You’re right. I’ll have to try again.” He cut me off, a devilish smile coloring his deep voice.
I had woken the dark, merciless angel with a simple gasp. The same one from my dream. The one I so badly had wanted to ruin me. Then. Now. I wanted his touch. His body. I wanted to feel everything he had to offer. My desire overrode any sense as I curved my heels into his thighs to drag him closer.
He chuckled, feeling everything I did. “Are you going to beg me, my gorgeous girl?”
He was smug until the endearment. Then his voice softened, his awe seeping into me, touched with adoration and devotion,wreckingme. Pleas sat at the tip of my tongue, urging me to give in. I wanted to. I wanted to give him anything in that moment, if only to hear him say that again.
Digging my teeth into my lip, I forced back my response, barely holding on to my will. He held all the cards. I needed to keep at least one—even if it was something as simple as refraining from verbally begging while he knew full well every inch of my body ached for him.
“I’ll give it a minute.”
Bastard.
He pulled his hand from my hair and pressed down on my naked chest until I was flattened against the counter. I immediately focused on his face, swallowing when all I saw were colorless irises. Shadows swirleddown his large arms and wrapped around my ankles, spreading my legs. He undid the rest of the buttons holding my dress together.
“Thirty sec—” His abundant confidence cut off as he opened my dress and realized I wore no underwear.
I’d spent hours second-guessing that choice, fidgeting at the exposure, but it was all worth it. Not that this had been my intention. The dress looked better without undergarment lines. I was so glad it did. Otherwise, I would’ve missed Ronen clutching his face with closed eyes and breathing like he physically had to restrain himself.
“Thirty what, General?” I taunted.
His eyes flashed open; challenge and revenge sharpened his features.
Shit.
Immediately, Ronen dropped to his knees, gripped my thighs, and drove his tongue into my center. I cried out, arching off the table. He didn’t even give me time to catch my breath. Over and over again, he thrust into me. I writhed against his restraints and relentless vibrations. His dominating ministrations built my want, my need, and snapped the last of my will.
“Ronen, please, I?—”
He slid to my clit, replacing my emptiness with two thick fingers. It was slightly uncomfortable but divine.
