In the dim light, he watched me while he began to slowly rock into me. His hips made small, rolling movements, barely pulling out before he thrust back in. Still no rush, no frenzy. His fingers threaded with mine above my head, and he nuzzled my cheek with his nose, the scruff of his jaw scratching my skin.
I sighed, flexing my fingers in his. The heat between my thighs spread to my belly and chest, then my cheeks. Ronan hadn’t taken his eyes off me, and I saw the softness June had. His gray reminded me of the perfect moment right before a summer storm. The air stilled and finally cooled. A crackling energy hummed. Sweet relief was just around the corner.
He dragged his hands from mine and down my arms again to cup my breast and take it in his mouth. My inner muscles clenched, and his groan vibrated through my chest. He raised his head to look at me again. Brow furrowed, he seemed lost, but I was too.
In this near-dark hotel room, I stared up at a man I shouldn’t want, having a moment that seemed impossible, a tightness squeezing my chest in an unfamiliar way. My lips parted to speak, but I didn’t know what to say. I brought my hands to his face, tracing the stark planes, the broad angles, the soft, supple lips. Lifting my head from my pillow, I touched my lips to his, whimpering at how perfectly sweet it was to kiss him like that while he was deeper inside me than anyone had ever been.
Ronan’s eyelids lowered as I stroked his face and placed delicate kisses everywhere I could reach. He found my clit with his fingers, rubbing it in slow circles. His warm breath fanned over my face. Each time he exhaled, I sucked it in, then blew it back out when I kissed him.
My back bowed as the heat in my belly flamed higher and higher. Ronan took my leg in his hand, pressing it almost to the mattress to spread me ever wider, spearing me with his cock so deep, he took my breath entirely.
“Ronan,” I moaned. Just before my eyes squeezed shut, the image of his face pinched in concentration branded across my heart. He was concentrating on me. On my pleasure, my reactions. He brought me over like a tidal wave, wet heat flooding from my body onto his, then he growled as he felt it too.
As I came and came, he scooped up my ass in his hands, angling my hips how he needed them. He drove into me with fierce determination, his skin slapping mine. My inner walls grabbed at him, clinging to him with each pass, swelling around him.
“Iris.” My name fell from his lips, prying my eyes open to see his already locked on me. A deep line formed on his brow. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead. A rush of need hit me in the chest, knocking the wind from me a second time. I wrapped my arms around his neck, clinging to him, nearly lifting entirely off the mattress. “Oh fuck,meala. Fuck, baby girl.”
His hips collided with mine one final time, and he held himself there, planted so deep, he nearly touched my soul. My neck arched, exposing my throat, and Ronan buried his face there, panting raggedly.
He rolled us to our sides, my leg flung over his hip, his cock still rooted in my throbbing pussy. We were breathing together, petting faces and shoulders, quiet kisses and soft embraces. When he rocked his hips, it was second nature to answer back.
We started over again, going even slower, leaving sleepy, wet kisses, holding one another until we were there, falling, tumbling, head over heels, together. He whispered my name, and I whispered his, but that was all either of us said. Words didn’t seem necessary. Not then. Besides, I didn’t know what I would have said.
As I finally drifted to sleep, deliciously sore and secure in Ronan’s arms, my thoughts began to quiet. But one final one echoed in every corner of my mind:
This is more.