She touched my face like I had done to hers. “Tell me about Ronan.”
I stilled. “Are we that obvious?”
“To me. He never stops looking at you...and not like a bodyguard. He’s got this…I guess hard face—”
“Marble,” I breathed.
“Yes. Marble. But when he’s looking at you, he goes soft. And you, my lovely sister, kind of do the same thing. Plus, I wasn’t fully asleep on the airplane, so…uh…”
Laughing, I swatted her arm. “You little shit.”
She giggled and knocked her forehead against mine. “Do you like him?”
I rolled my eyes at myself. “Yeah, I do. And you know me, I either like scrubby dudes who could be homeless or a musician or beautiful women. But here I am, salivating over a suit.”
“Maybe you like him because he’s completely different.”
“Maybe.” I dug my teeth into my bottom lip. “But he’s my bodyguard, and we’re doing the casual thing, so—”
“So fire his ass.”
I blinked at her blunt language. June almost never cussed. It was so out of place coming from her sweet little face, I burst out laughing.
“That’s a wonderful idea. ‘Sorry, Ronan, I want you to be my boyfriend, so I’m firing you from your job.’”
Her breath hitched. “But do you? Want him to be your boyfriend, I mean?”
My nose twitched, but my stomach didn’t plummet at the word—not when I was referring to Ronan. “He might not want to be my boyfriend.”
She tapped my nose. “You didn’t answer me.”
I smiled widely. “I didn’t, did I?”
She yanked the pillow from under my head and pressed it lightly on my face. I peeked from under it, laughing, then threw myself at her, biting her arm and hugging her at the same time.
“I’ve missed you so fucking bad, baby June,” I cooed.
“I missed you too, honey bunny,” she cooed back.
We got quiet after that, both of us getting lost in our thoughts. When June’s breathing slowed and her eyes fluttered closed, I wasted no time sneaking out of our room. Ronan’s door was open a crack, and when I pushed it wide, I found him sitting up in his bed, the glow of his laptop illuminating his broad, smooth chest. I closed and locked the door behind me and slowly glided toward his bed.
He clicked on the lamp on his side table and set his laptop down. I climbed onto his bed and crawled up his legs until I was on top of him, propped on his chest. He dragged his hands through my hair and brought my mouth down to his for a deep, lingering kiss. I moaned into his mouth and melted into his body, giving myself over to him without being asked.
He rolled over, switching our positions. His hips fit snug between my thighs, and I wrapped my legs tight around his waist. My panties were already soaked, and all he’d done was kiss me. But the way he did it, without hesitation, as if he’d been waiting for this very moment and didn’t want to waste another second, made my insides clench and heart flutter.
Reaching between us, he slid my underwear to the side and delved a finger into my folds. He dragged it from my opening to my clit, slowly circling there while his mouth trailed down my neck, leaving wet kisses and tingles where he sucked.
I shoved his briefs down, freeing his cock, and then we were skin to skin, his length resting against the inside of my thigh. He took my mouth again, cupping the back of my head to lift my face to his.
God, this man surrounded me. His scent, his heat, the weight of his massive body burrowing me into the mattress…at the moment, he was everything—theonlything.
Ronan pushed my tank top up to my chin and dipped his head to wrap his lips around my nipple. I arched off the bed, moaning and threading my fingers in his hair as he sucked my breast.
We were normally so rushed and almost violent, clawing and shoving to get closer, to climb higher. But Ronan was taking his time with me, and I didn’t feel that desperate need to come as quickly as possible. I could have kept kissing this man for hours. Just kiss and touch and absorb every little bit of him.
He took my other breast into his mouth as his hands traced the line of my ribs and waist, stopping at my hip to dig his fingers into my soft flesh, then back up the same path, under my arm and up my bicep, raising my arm over my head. He repeated the same on the other side, clasping my hands together on my pillow.
Then he guided the head of his cock into my opening. First an inch, then two. The stretch and slight burn still took my breath away. I hoped it always would, because I was addicted to it. Even more than being utterly full when he plunged the rest of the way inside me until our pelvises were flush.