“Good.” Her fingers lightly tapped the center of my throat. “I want you to have someone like that in your life.”
I turned my head and touched my lips to the top of her head. “You’re not scared off by this old man’s baggage and decrepit bones?”
She snorted a little laugh. “I’d be worried if you got to thirty-five without accumulating some baggage. And the bones part doesn’t worry me. The one bone I need works just fine.”
Another laugh flew out of me, and Iris giggled right along. Tears rolled down my cheeks from laughing so hard, and I knew I was well and truly baked. Jaysus, it felt good to throw out the seriousness and laugh over a boner joke with my girl.
Life’s simple pleasure…
I woke up early. A noise outside must’ve alerted me to the new day. Iris slept like the dead beside me, facing the wall and curled on her side.
The throb in my knee had dulled to a mild pain. I was pretty confident the kick I’d taken had only tweaked it and it’d be back to baseline in a day or two. My baseline was a pile of shit, but I’d survive.
Iris let out a soft moan, and I pulled her back to my chest, nestling my cock between her plump cheeks. A crack in her curtains left me seeing slivers of her in the dark room. The curve of her shoulder. The graceful slope of her neck. Lashes fanning her smooth, high cheeks. I pressed my lips to her shoulder blade and slipped my hand under her tank to cup her breast.
She moaned again, arching her arse against me. She wasn’t awake, nor was she fully asleep, but her body was responding automatically to mine. I wanted her. I always did, but after last night, something had shifted. I’d already decided I wasn’t letting her go, but that fact had been carved in stone.
“Meala,” I growled low beside her ear. “Need you, baby girl.”
Her hand drifted up to grasp the back of my neck, and her leg lifted, inviting me inside. I shoved her little shorts down to her knees, and she kicked them the rest of the way off. Her center was already warm and wet, but I circled her clit with my finger to get her dripping for me.
“Ronan,” she moaned. “Am I dreaming?”
“Yeah, baby girl,” I whispered into her ear. “It’s gonna be a good one.”
Freeing myself, I slowly eased inside her. Her heat soaked into my skin, wrapping around me like the finest glove. She moved with me, rolling her hips in languid, sleepy movements. Her breath came as soft pants, and our fingers twined at her breast.
There was no rush or urgency to claim her. Iris was mine through and through, just as I was hers.
My fingers never stopped circling her clit, and even though I was fucking her slower than ever, she started to tremble in my arms, and her insides clenched around me. Low moans fell from her lips, my name sighed in exaltation.
“So beautiful,” I murmured. “You’re dripping down my cock, Iris, and you’re barely awake. How will I ever get enough of you?”
She turned her head and peered at me for the first time today from beneath her lashes. “You won’t, silly. That’s my plan to keep you.” Her lips sought mine, and I gladly gave her them, kissing her just as slowly as I thrust.
“I’m afraid it worked too well.” I kissed her cheek and chin and temple. “I’m keeping you too.”
I rolled her onto her front and covered her body with mine. Dragging my hands up her arms, I pressed them to the bed above her head and held them there. In this position, her pussy hugged my cock so tight, I could barely move. But I was content to be buried deep in Iris’s heaven, gently rocking and kissing every inch of her bare skin I could reach.
She slid her leg up the bed, spreading herself for me.
“I wish you could see yourself right now. Never seen anyone sexier.”
Her smile was slow and satisfied, cheeks flushing a pretty shade of pink. My heart thrashed wildly in my chest at the sight of her. She was the one woman who could steal my control from me as easily as candy from a baby.
“Ah, baby, I can’t hold back.” Pressure built in my head, my chest, my cock.
“Don’t. Please don’t hold back.” She arched her arse into me and drew her knee higher. The change of angle allowed me to sink even deeper into her. She writhed beneath me as I drove inside with more force, the pain in my knee barely a whisper behind the roar of pleasure.
I spilled into her with a long, low grunt, holding her as close as I could without crushing her. My muscles shook, my heart hammered, but my head was clear. Rolling us to our sides, bodies locked, our mouths met in a sweet, lazy kiss.
Iris stretched her arms over her head, muscles flexing, including the ones inside her. I groaned and thrust my half-hard dick, which made her laugh and curl up into herself.
When I finally pulled out, she flipped around to face me, tracing her fingers over my face. “How are you?” she asked.
“Pretty damn good.” The truth was, I could have taken her all over again. “You?”
She smooshed her hand into my face. “I’m asking about your knee, you silly man. Stop thinking with your dick.”
I bit the side of her hand, then trapped it against my chest. “My knee isn’t as good as my dick, but it’s okay. I think I’ll survive.”
Her bottom lip pushed out as she surveyed me. “Should I get you more ice? Pain killer?”
I’d gotten so used to doing everything for myself, being the one to take charge and ensure everyone else was okay, her question took me aback. She was pouting because she wanted to help me more than I was willing to accept. But I needed to get over my own conditioning and accept her offer. A woman like Iris didn’t come around often...or ever.
“I’ll ice it in a bit. For now, I don’t want to think about it. Let me focus on the hot, sleepy girl in my arms.”
She poked my chin with her sharp nail. “You take care of me and I take care of you. You know that, right?”
Exhaling a shaky breath, I met her steady gaze. “I do,meala.”