I shrug my shoulders and try to look away, but he stops me. “Uh-uh, baby, talk to me.”
Looking in his eyes, I know I have to be honest with him. I don’t have a choice. “I just think that if I’m yours, then that must mean you’re mine… or it’s no deal.” I try to laugh and make it sound playful, but I already know he can see right through it.
He doesn’t smile back and for a minute I have no idea what he’s thinking. I almost take it back. I almost tell him I’m joking.
He runs his thumb across my bottom lip and kisses me lightly. “I’m yours and you’re mine, Bree. It goes both ways.”
It hits me then that he’s dead serious and this thing between us is real. It’s too much too fast, and my inclination is to run. I’ve never felt this way for someone before and it’s scary.
He pushes me backwards and wrestles my jeans and panties down over my hips. I turn to the open door. “What if someone comes in?”
“They won’t,” he tells me as he unbuttons his pants, letting his jeans and underwear fall around his knees.
“But the door’s open,” I tell him.
He grabs my thighs and scoots me to the end of the table. I can feel his hard cock against my swollen slit. He strokes through it. “I’ll kill them. I’ll kill anyone that sees you like this. Look at us, Bree. Look how good we look together,” he tells me, staring down at where his cock is rubbing along my slit.
I lift up on my elbows and look at the juncture of my thighs. His hard shaft is wet, my juices coating him.
On instinct, I reach between us and fist my hand around his girth. The primal groan that leaves him is so loud, it vibrates the walls and the table I’m lying on.
I stroke him once, twice, and watch as ecstasy fills his face.
He’s powerful, probably one of the most potent and strong men I’ve ever known, but right now, the way he’s looking at me, I know that I’m the one with all the power. I can control him.
That thought fills me, calms me and makes me want to let this happen.
I line him up at my core and throatily whisper to him, “Take me, Ronan.”
Chapter 11
Ronan
I know she’s scared. I can feel it. She thinks this is it for us, an itch that needs scratched. But that couldn’t be further than the truth. When I said she was mine, I meant it.
My cock is swollen and harder than I’ve ever been. I want to sink deep inside her but something is stopping me.
She says it again. “Take me.”
I rub my hands across her soft belly and down her legs.
“Say it, Bree. I want to hear you say it,” I tell her as she moves her hips against me.
I know she wants this. She wants me to fuck her, but I can’t. Not until I have her promising me that this is more than just fucking. No, I need to hear her say the words.
Frustration fills her voice. “What? What the fuck do you want me to say?”
My hands tighten on her hips. The fact that she’s talking to me this way takes me by surprise. No one talks to me that way, especially cussing me. Something about it makes me pleased that she feels she can. She can do and say anything to me.
I slide my hands down between her legs and open her up, her juices shining against her pretty, pink pussy.
I put one digit inside of her and her greedy pussy clamps down and holds me tight. I smile then, feeling what I do to her. “I want to hear you say it. Tell me that you’re mine.”
Her eyes flash up to mine, but her face is guarded, not wanting me to see. But I know. I know exactly what she wants; she just has to let herself have it.
She lifts her chin. “No.”
I pull my finger from inside her and she whimpers. We stare at each other, communicating without words. She wraps her legs around me, nudging me, urging me to enter her.
I run my fingers lightly across her belly. “I’m yours, Bree. But I’m not fucking you until you believe it, until you say you’re mine.”
She’s looking up at the ceiling. She opens her mouth to say something but then closes it again.
“What? What is it?”
Her eyes find mine. “You’re telling me there’s not going to be any more Lolas?”
She questions me and I blink, looking back at her. I’m not used to being questioned. I always do what I want when I want without thought of anyone else. Her words make me think about Lola and I cringe. No, I don’t want Lola. With my dick right up against Bree’s sweet heat, I know that I don’t ever want to be anywhere else.