Both of us nearly naked now, my heart pounded as he kissed me with raw, animalistic sweeps of his tongue. He ground his hips down and mine rose to meet them, straining, the urgency tightening in me like a knot, needing and wanting him so badly I could hardly think.
Ronan got on all fours over me, and his mouth began a slow, deliberate journey down my body, between my breasts, around my navel, and to the hem of my panties.
He looked up at me, his fingertips tugging.
I nodded quickly, answering his unspoken question, and then gripped the sheets as Ronan pulled my panties off and away.
“Fuck,” he murmured almost to himself as his hooded eyes trailed over every inch of me, naked for the first time. His hand slipped into his underwear and he slowly jacked himself in the meager light of the nightstand lamp.
“Jesus, Ronan…”
His silvery eyes met mine and I nearly came at the sheer intention in them. He released his dick and settled between my legs. He put his mouth to my inner thigh, his tongue swirling, his breath hot, sending more shards of heat dancing up my skin.
Damn him, I thought as he took his time, torturing me before finally latching onto my clit with one ferocious suck. I cried out, and my back bowed off the bed, my hands clenching and unclenching. He’d already primed me, every nerve-ending lit up and ready. It took seconds to send the orgasm crashing over me.
“So fucking good,” he growled, lapping and licking until I was nearly at the brink again. I could feel how much he wanted to do this to me. How he got off on getting me off.
“No, stop. I can’t…”
He knelt at the foot of the bed, his eyes dark. “What do you want?”
“I want my turn.” I sat up and jerked my chin at his boxer briefs. “Off.”
His eyes flared and he removed his underwear, his cock springing free. He took himself in hand again, stroking, until I crawled to him and pulled his hand away. “Let me.”
I gripped his huge, hard erection while he kissed me, sharing my taste with me, then I pushed him onto his back. It was my turn to explore. To revel in the expanse of naked skin over muscles that looked chiseled out of marble. I dragged my mouth over every contour, every hard line, tasting the faint salt of his skin with little flicks of my tongue. I took one nipple in my mouth, just under the tattoo of the fallen angel. Ronan hissed as I sucked and nipped and soothed with my tongue.
I did the same to the other side, then moved down, gently kissing the place where his ribs still showed a fading bruise, then lower, running my tongue between the ridges of his abs.
“You are so beautiful…”
“Shiloh…” he growled, a warning.
I wrapped my hand around his cock, rigid and hard as steel, and pumped slowly. Flicked my tongue over the tip.
He hissed again. “Ah, fuck…”
“After how you tortured me…” I teased and then wrapped my lips around him.
Ronan tensed, I felt the muscles of his quads tighten as I took him deep, then used my hand when I went shallow. I tasted the salty drop on my tongue and moaned. I would have taken him all the way, but he growled deep in his chest and gripped my shoulders. He pulled me against him, our bodies flush against each other.
“Inside you,” he breathed between hard, needy kisses. “When I come, I’m going to be inside you.”
Holy shit…
He moved me off of him and reached for the nightstand drawer.
“Don’t,” I said, pulling him back.
“You sure?”
“I’m on the pill. And clean. You?”
He nodded. “Had a workup before I left Wisconsin.” His gaze deepened. “And there’s been no one but you.”
“Same,” I said. “I want to feel you inside me. And I want you to feel me.” I hardly recognized the woman saying these things. But this was the first time I’d been in his place, the first time in his bed, the first time we’d been naked together. “I want all of you.”
His brows furrowed; his expression looked almost pained as he kissed me. The entire vibe in the room changed. Downshifted from something raw and heated to slow and intense. Ronan positioned himself over me, blanketed me with is body, so perfectly heavy. Perfectly masculine in every way. He kissed me deeply, thoroughly, his hands holding my face. I spread my legs, letting him settle deeper into the V of my body. He rolled his hips and his cock slid inside easily; I was so wet for him. So ready and wanting this.
“Oh, God,” I moaned, arching into that first perfect thrust. Ronan was so big, so heavy and hard, touching places inside me. The feel of him without anything in the way made me dizzy.
“Shiloh, fuck…” He bent to kiss me, still holding my face as he pulled back slowly, then pushed back in. “You feel so fucking good. Christ, so good…”
He did it over and over, his hips rolling into me, undulating like a wave, slow and deep. Our skin, naked and sweat-slicked, touched in a hundred places. I felt myself begin to unravel. The slate gray of Ronan’s eyes and the beauty of his face became one reality while the heavy ache he stoked where we were joined became another. Every touch, every thrust drew me tighter, the ache becoming sharper, glassier, and stronger than anything I’d felt before.
He kissed me until kissing became impossible, and then it was just his eyes on mine and our bodies moving somewhere below, automatically rising and falling, my hips lifting as his came down.
The beauty of the night—the butterflies and the lights, the food and the dancing, and now this…him. Ronan was right there, giving himself to me.
All I could do was let go, the last of my reservations and protections crashing down as the orgasm swelled up. I pulled him tight to me, wrapped my arms and legs around him, our bodies moving like one entity, the two of us burning in one fever.
I cried out as I came, unraveled completely, delirious and lost in the best way.
Ronan came hard moments later, spilling his release deep inside me, hot and thick. I clutched him to me, taking all of it, my core throbbing, my body humming everywhere.
A few more erratic thrusts and he collapsed on top of me, his face in the crook of my neck, his body shuddering with the last of his orgasm. His hard chest pressed against my breasts, his heartbeat pounding with mine.
When he lifted his head to check in, I nodded. Kissed him. And we started all over again.
Ronan took me again and again. He made love to me that first time and then we fucked. All night. I lost count of how many times I came. Or he did. We went at each other, a carnal give and take, until sometime late in the night, we sank into each other a final time. He was still inside me as we began to drift.
I wanted him to stay there forever.
“Too heavy,” he murmured and rolled away, only far enough that we still lay tangled in each other, sweat soaked and satiated at last.
He slept, and I kept my vigil over him until my eyes drooped, then I slept too.
And there were no nightmares.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Early the next morning, I woke to feel the bed dip as Ronan climbed out and drew on his clothes.
“How are you even moving?” I stretched under the sheets. “I’m not going to be able to walk for a month.”
“Miller needs me. Holden and I are going to help get rid of his mom’s asshole boyfriend.”