Iris
This time,I woke before Ronan, plastered to him like a starfish on the side of an aquarium. My cheek was hot and a little sweaty from resting on his chest. Our legs were braided. My hand was tucked into the waistband of his sweats.
Wow, I’d made myself comfy, hadn’t I?
I sat up cross-legged, contemplating the life choices I’d made to end up here. His bed was where I’d wanted to be when we first met. That was, of course, before he barged into my life and hammered at my independence with his seemingly pathological need to be in charge of every aspect. And still, I found him so attractive, it was hard to take a full breath around him—and that was before I knew what magic he could work with his tongue and lips.
Sometime while I was napping, Ronan had lost his shirt. Light beamed through the wide crack in his curtains, dappling his skin with a golden glow. The light caught my hand when I hovered it over his chest. If I touched him, I’d wake him. If I woke him…
Well, I didn’t know what would happen. Maybe he’d take me home.
Maybe he’d take me.
I couldn’t decide which I was hoping for most. I started to pull my hand back to my lap, but strong fingers wrapped around my wrist and tugged me so hard, I toppled onto the solid chest I’d been studying moments before.
“You think too loudly,” he grumbled.
“Now you’re trying to police my thoughts?” I smacked his chest.
“Not your thoughts, just the volume.” He caught my hands before I could hit him again. “Be still, pet.”
“I’m not sleepy anymore. I’m ready to go home. You can keep napping. I’m going to call Bill for a ride.”
He grunted and rolled us so he was on top of me. Eyes open, intent on my face, he spread my legs wide and rocked his hips against mine. His thick erection nestled between my thighs, gliding up and down my clit through the thin material of my shorts.
He had my hands pinned over my head so I couldn’t bring his mouth to mine. Instead, I lifted my head, straining until we connected. Ronan cupped my crown, lifting me even closer. My arms strained against his hold, but his hot tongue sliding into my mouth soon distracted me from all else.
His teeth caught my bottom lip, biting to the very edge of pain, then soothing it away with a swipe of his tongue. Sighing, I chased his mouth with mine. I was wide awake and suddenly starved for this man.
“Is this how you quiet me down?” I asked between hungry kisses.
“If it was, I’d be doing a terrible job at it.” Ronan’s accent had deepened, like he was fresh off the boat from Ireland. His words blended, almost unrecognizable, a flurry of heated sexiness. He licked a line down the tendon in my neck. “And I always do a good job,meala.At absolutely everything.”
He clamped down on my neck, sucking hard enough for me to bow off the bed and try to follow his lips.
“Stop bragging and start fucking me. Show me what a good job you do.”
His eyes narrowed. “I didn’t prove myself enough to you? When your juices were running down my chin and you nearly tore my sheets to shreds?”
I was hot all over, but this time, not from embarrassment. Naughty-talking Ronan was more delicious than I could have imagined, and I’d imagined him in this position more times than I should have. “You were getting there. But I’m not really convinced.”
He snarled at me like a feral dog. “How many times do I have to make you scream my name before you are?”
Lifting my hips to rub against his thick erection, my lips parted, and I sighed. “I’ll let you know when you get there.”
He attacked me without warning, pushing my shirt up and latching onto my breast. Lips unforgiving, the bite of pain had my eyes rolling back. He was unrelenting, curling his tongue around the pebbled peak, then scraping his teeth over the live wire nerve endings. Kneading my other breast, he completely engulfed it in his massive hand.
He had me trapped, helpless to do anything, when all I wanted was to rake my nails down his back. Feel the ripples of his muscles under my palms. Ruffle his hair and messy him up. Unravel every ounce of his control and siphon it from him like a succubus.
But I was pinned beneath him, and he was unyielding. Even as he made his way down my body, lapping my skin with his tongue, he held my hands down.
Teeth nipped at the skin above my shorts. My hips rolled side to side, to get away, to seek more. He tugged the shorts down my hips, dragging his teeth along each inch of flesh he exposed until they were off and his face was buried in my cunt.
“Haven’t you had enough of licking me there?” I panted.
“Never.” Wasting no time, he wrapped his lips around my clit, sucking and laving. I was still sensitive from the hours he’d spent down there, and so turned on, I felt myself dripping. Ronan lapped it up, moaning like he was eating the finest meal of his life. The wet, squishing sounds his mouth made on my soaked flesh were nearly obscene.
“Oh god, please...please…” If I had my hands, I would have been tugging at his hair and pressing his head deeper into my pussy. But I was at Ronan’s mercy, hoping like hell he felt merciful. That he’d give me what I needed. That he was feeling generous even after hours upon hours of generosity.