“You wanted to see my reaction. I like that.”
“Well, I didn’t. Your reaction sucked.”
A wolfish grin curves his lips as he brings me nearer until his breath tickles my skin, hot and close, so damn close my toes curl — which they never do.
When he speaks, it’s in low murmurs. “What did you want as a reaction? A hard fuck? A redo of fucking your mouth?”
My chest tightens in that way that’s only possible around him, but I manage to keep my neutral tone. “Something that doesn’t have to do with how ‘everyone gets a share’.”
His grin widens at the way I mimicked him. “Jealous, belle?”
“Not as jealous as you are of Agnus. After all, h
e’s my type. You’re not.”
He growls deep in his throat. “Don’t bring up that fucker’s name again. I’m not above murder. I mean it. I’m even consulting with Lars about ways to hide it.”
That somehow makes me smile, but I quickly mask it. “No other girls either. I’m not above murder. I mean it.”
“You’re fucking crazy — of course you’re not.”
That makes my shoulders drop. I’ve been called crazy, a freak, and Satan’s spawn more times than I could count, but for some reason, I don’t want Ronan to label me that way.
“You think I’m crazy?” My voice is barely above a whisper, and I hate it.
“I don’t think it. I know it.” This time he does run his finger over my lips as if he’s smearing my lipstick, just like that first time he touched me in the library. “And I want every last bit of your craziness.”
My breathing hitches, my heartbeat bursting out of control. If those words are a way to get under my skin, they’re working.
They’re working so well.
He releases my wrist and removes my jacket, and then his fingers unbutton my shirt. I remain still, afraid a single move will be a mistake and I’ll lose the connection rippling in the air between us.
But then his hips thrust into me from below, and I moan at the crude contact. Since I’m wearing the uniform skirt, his bulge brushes straight against my pulsating core.
He does it again, and this time, I grab both his shoulders for balance.
“Stay still,” he orders.
My body goes stiff, but it’s so difficult with the way he’s dry-humping me. Just the friction over the clothes is enough to turn my thighs into a trembling mess.
While I’m trying to remain in place, he’s already gotten rid of my shirt and bra and is holding both my breasts in his hands.
The moment he runs the tips of his thumbs over the tight buds, I gasp, my head almost falling over his shoulder.
“I see you’re still sensitive here,” he muses while continuing his double assault, twirling my nipples and thrusting into me over the clothes.
It’d be impossible to stay in place even if I wanted to.
His mouth finds my nipple and sucks on it, hard.
Oh. God.
I ride his bulge, unable to remain still. His sucking intensifies and so does my up and down movement against his erection.
He rotates his tongue against my nipple. Once, twice…
“Oh…Ronan…if you do that, I…oooh.” I come hard against his mouth, against his clothed cock. He didn’t even need to touch my pussy.