Chapter 4
“Mine,” he rumbled before taking the chip from her fingers. But he didn’t just get the chip, he pulled her fingers into his mouth and sucked on them until she whimpered. He released her and chewed, holding her gaze.
He loved how her blush tinted her cheeks making her all the more adorable.
“What are you doing in Sander’s Point? Passing through? Business? Moving?”
She sipped some water as she shook her head. “Business. I’m here to help the Sander’s Point Library update some of their systems.”
Ronan shifted his weight, pressing his thigh against hers. “You’re in tech?”
“No. I’m a librarian but the software that is coming here I’ve been using for years.”
Shocked this town would accept help from anywhere, he popped in another Cheeto to hide his disbelief. “Sexy librarian.” He nodded. “I can totally see that, angel.”
When she opened her mouth to argue with him, either about him not using her name or that she wasn’t sexy, he pushed a Cheeto into her mouth. Then positioned his mouth by her ear.
“Argue with me again, angel, and I’m going to show you exactly what you do to me.”
Her gaze snapped to his groin and like before, he didn’t apologize for his attraction to her nor did he try to hide it. Instead he placed the bag down and gripped his length again.
The mewl which slipped from her throat was music to his ears.
“And what about you?”
The breathless quality to her tone made him want to smile again. Something he’d rarely done for years.
He released his cock. “I got out of the military not to long ago and am taking a bit of time before I start another venture.” He thought about the offer he had in his bag from a security company called Tungsten Protective Services.
The founders were legends in the military world.
Scott “Harrier” Leighton and Tyson “Cade” Kincade, from the famed Megalodon Team.
His heart tripled in speed as she turned slightly toward him, eyes firmly on his face. All thoughts of anyone else slipped from his mind. Ronan’s focus locked on her.
“Thank you for your service.” The solemn words struck him harder than hearing it from anyone else.
He’d never known what to say to people when they said that. Granted, most didn’t, especially given that when most saw him, it gave them the assumption he was nothing more than a tatted, bearded, bad boy. Which, he wouldn’t deny but this woman saw more than that for him.
Giving in to the need that had slammed him since he spied her behind the wheel of her SUV, when she’d chosen to tempt fate and stop for him during one of the worst storms of the century, he reached around her to cup the far side of her face and bring her around to him.
Ronan held her gaze as he fumbled behind him until he placed his cup down on the bedside table. Then he settled his other on her face.
“I’m going to kiss you, angel.”
Those large brown eyes widened but she didn’t refuse him, he waited for any sign of fear in her expression.
If this was someone else, a one-night stand, he would have fucked her and moved on without really thinking about it. But this woman, she was his future, and he knew it. Refused to ignore it.
He’d given her fifteen seconds or so to say she didn’t want that. Nothing came so he claimed her mouth.
Soft pillowy lips parted beneath his and it was a fucking gut punch. Perfection. Her taste, feel, all of it. His cock jumped in his sweats and he would have adjusted it had he been willing to stop touching her. He wasn’t.
Slipping a hand around to settle against the nape of her neck, he tugged her closer to him.
Better but not good enough. He reached down and sank his fingers into the flesh of her hips, keeping their lips pressed against one another.
Ronan guided her over his lap, settling her core directly against the length of his cock.
Yes! Fuck yes!
Her nails scored along the side of his face as the kiss continued, deepening. Tongues dueling, stroking, dancing against one another. Vivyan rocked her hips, dragging her pussy along his cock. He clenched his jaw, desperate to bury his dick completely inside her.
Bare.
No way I’m coming inside this woman with anything covering me. She is it for me and I’m it for her. We will have kids and I want to fuck her raw.
Keeping one hand anchored against the nape of her neck, he took his other hand and slid it up from her hip to delve beneath her sweatshirt. Soft skin shot more lust through him as he continued to explore her sides and up her back.
Her moans made him fucking insane.
Ronan nipped her lower lip and pulled back enough to see the desire all over her face. “Christ, angel, I want to fuck you so bad.” Her chest rose and fell but she didn’t pull away from his touch. In fact, her hips continued to make those small motions which only fueled his own fire.
Her heavy lidded gaze remained on his, her lips parted and wet from his kisses, swollen.
He loved it. Loved how his mark looked on her.
Wanted to put it all over her. Everywhere.
He craved to have it so anytime another male dared to look at her to see that she was his.
Know that she was protected and claimed.
He gripped her neck harder and a small moan poured from between those plumped bee-stung lips. “You’re going to let me aren’t you, angel.”
It wasn’t a question.
She whimpered.
“Yeah.” He stroked his fingers along her skin as he moved his hand up higher until he could cup her breast. Hefting the heavy weight in his palm, he rolled her nipple between his index finger and thumb.
Entirely focused on her and her responses, he paid attention to the way she arched her back pushing more of her breast into his palm.
His cock pulsed with anger and determination to slip between her thighs and make her scream his name.
“I’m going to spread you wide and fill you with my cock. I’m going to fuck you until you lose your voice and no other man will even think of touching you because my mark will be all over you.”
Flexing the fingers on his other hand against her ass cheek he pulled then dragged one finger down the seam, teasing the puckered skin there. She trembled against him as another cock-hardening moan slid from her.
“Then once you’ve come all over my cock, painting it with your wetness, I’m going to take you here.” He pushed the tip of his finger in her ass.
“Oh God…”
He clucked his tongue. “Not god, angel. Ronan.” He nipped her lower lip. “Ronan.”
In and out he moved the digit tip, not penetrating far because hurting her was the last thing he would ever want to do.
“I’m looking forward to the day when I have you on your knees, lips spread wide around my cock as you take me all the way down.”
She shifted on him again and he was pretty confident he could feel her dampness soaking through his sweats. There was going to be a wet spot on his crotch whenever he was ready to let her off his lap.
Although to be fair, if it was from him or her would be a tossup. Probably from both of them.
“Yes.”
He looked up at her, one eyebrow up. “Yes what, angel?”
Ronan didn’t rush her but he didn’t stop touching her ass or tugging on her nipple while he waited. Primed, his woman wouldn’t need much to be sent over the precipice.
She gathered herself and he continued to wait. When she licked her lips, he groaned and leaned forward to kiss her, wanting more of her taste.
Vivyan opened instantly beneath his kiss, her tongue meeting his with a hunger that only fed his own.
Tugging her closer to him, settling her firmly on his cock, allowing his finger at her ass to sink deeper.
With reluctance, he released her breast and slipped his hand around to settle upon her back, holding her tight.
Both of them panting when he drew back, he watched her struggle to center herself.
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and cupped his bearded jaw in her hands.
“Yes. I can’t explain it and I’m not sure I should even try. But I want that.”
A low growl rose up from his chest as she scored her nails against his skin.
“What, angel? Be specific with me and tell me what you want.” A deep ragged breath. “Exactly.”
A small huffed breath before she glanced to the left then back to him.
In the depths of her eyes, he read her determination.
Vixen that she was, she rolled her hips on him, dragging that fucking sweet spot his mouth watered for over his dick.
It ached and if it hadn’t required him moving her and letting her go, he would have gripped it and squeezed to do whatever he could to keep from jizzing all over the inside of his joggers.
“All those things. You fucking me. I’m not foolish to think I’m your type for forever and that’s fine. But for once in my life I want to do something for me. And you’re offering to make my toes curl, I’d be foolish to turn you down.”
Control slipping, he bit the inside of his cheek. She had no idea. She was his. Full stop. There was no anyone else for him.
“Keep going.” His two words were guttural.
Vivyan continued rubbing her fingers against his skin, eroding the control he’d kept on a very short, very tight leash since he’d first laid eyes on her.
“I want you making me take your cock, coming down my throat, in me, on me.”
Her words trembled at her blatantly honest admission.
He wasn’t going to last. Hard to the point of pain, his dick wasn’t taking it easy on him.
“And this?” He pushed his index finger in her ass to his first knuckle.
Her gaze locked on his. She leaned closer to him and pressed her lips to his as she put a hand between them and closed her fingers around his length. Her thumb swiped over the head which stuck over the waistband of his joggers yanking a rough rumble from him.
She nipped his lip before pushing her ass back into his hand, sending his digit deeper inside her.
“Everything.”
The leash on his control snapped.