Chapter 7
SEVEN
KIRA
HAD TO BE HEATSTROKE
I had the strongest urge to jump off of him and run back inside. Because that was the safe thing to do.
Smart and responsible Kira Webb, who was everyone’s buddy.
Kira Webb who didn’t remember how to have an orgasm that wasn’t self-serviced. And I could take care of myself when necessary, but it wasn’t nearly as fun as sitting astride a man who literally gave off heat and pheromones like a fantasy come true.
But this man didn’t know me. Didn’t look at me like everyone else at the orchard did. Like the little sister or best friend they’d grown up with.
And in town, like the other Webb sister who…
No, that did not have room here in this moment. With this huge man hard and ready under me.
His hands moved up to my hips, firm and confident, but somehow I didn’t feel trapped. More like found.
That was the part that made me want to run more than the orgasm I knew was waiting for me. Because Ronan Parrish would provide.
There was no doubt based on those steady dark eyes staring unflinchingly into mine.
Not the cocksure male boasting of the idiots I’ve known at the bar.
Nope.
This would be the real deal.
“We have to work together, Viking.”
His fingertips drifted up to the skin of my lower back, lightly tracing into the dip where the denim gapped, then slowly up to the wide strap of my bra.
I internally winced. This girl couldn’t wear cute, skimpy bralettes. I needed support and that came with lots of fucking hooks. But I splurged on lace and satin to combat the sturdy nature of it. Even if one of my bras cost more than two shirts for a tiny woman.
And dammit, my tits were spectacular.
I flipped the shirt over my head and tossed it behind me. Okay, so maybe the heavy plop of the wet shirt on stone took a little away from the sexy moment.
“Goddamn.”
His whispered reverence wasn’t a bad thing though. I shook my hair over my shoulders and arched my back. “Is this what you want?”
“Yes.” His gaze shot to mine. “Yes, I fucking want all of this. I want to put you on my work bench and fuck you so hard your teeth rattle.”
I swallowed. Okay, so my bravado really wasn’t ready for that one.
He leaned forward, the muscles of his stomach flexing because of the deep angle of the chair.
His chest was a masterpiece, and I had no shame about looking my fill.
I splayed my fingers over the warm skin of his abs and up to the furred planes of his chest. I dug my nails into the coarse hair, finding the flat disks of his nipples before making a return trip down the ridges of dense muscle to his buckle.
“Your body is ridiculous.”
“Back at you.”
My gaze lifted to his again. “I’ve got good tits.”
His hand came down on my ass with a hearty clap that made me blink and clench.
“You are the complete package. Brains and curves and yes, your tits are fucking spectacular. I’ll spread you out on whatever available surface we’ve got for hours to show you just how superb each and every golden inch of you is. ”
My heart thundered and my mouth dropped open.
“Now show me those fucking tits.”
I gripped his sides, my nails digging hard into his skin.
Did I dare?
Once I did, there was no going back. His black work pants were rough under my thighs, and I had a feeling I was going to be one long abrasion after we got done with one another.
I reached behind me and released the triple hooks so the black lace loosened and slid down my arms.
Ronan gripped my ass and dragged me up to get his mouth on my skin. I steadied myself with one hand on his shoulder. The other sunk into his wet curls and braids. The heavy beads slid around my fingers to tease my wrists.
His hands came around to my front, cupping my breasts to lift them high for his mouth. He dragged his beard along the fragile skin and I threw my head back with a broken sigh.
I rocked against him lightly, looking for more, seeking out the friction I needed. Hell, I might be able to just come from his mouth on my breasts.
I gripped his hair. “God, you’re good at that.”
He grinned up at me from the valley of my cleavage. “Sunshine and your skin were made for one another.”
“Yeah, well, that skin has never seen it.”
“Sacrilege. You should be naked all the time.”
I laughed before it tripped into a groan when he took one nipple into his mouth and sucked deeply before letting it free with a pop. That sharp canine of his winked at me as he closed down his teeth over the tip and pulsed a little.
“So sensitive. Like perfect raspberries.” He twirled the tip of his tongue around the hard flesh and then gentled with the flat of his tongue for a long lick. “But you taste like my apples. My ruined apples, which I will forever be grateful for.”
“For your ruined batch?” I tried to get my brain back online for a conversation while we were deep in foreplay.
Actually, this was better than any full-on sex I’d had before.
“If the mash hadn’t created too much sugar, then I wouldn’t have you in my lap, now would I?” He dragged his nose around the underside of my breast. “I wouldn’t know that you wear a bikini sometimes.”
He dragged his fingers down my midriff. “Honey-colored here, lighter gold here.” Then back up to cup my breast. “And the surprising raspberry here. I expected dark.”
“I never really noticed.” I was more worried about shoving them in a bra so I didn’t hurt myself with the weight of them getting in the way.
He set me back on his thighs a little, which was hard to do with the angle of the chair. His rough fingertips danced over the tips of my breasts. “This curve and how high they point? This should be in a sketch book with how fucking perfect they are.”
“Stop.” I couldn’t help the bubble of laughter. “No one wants to see me in a sketchbook, Viking.”
His brows snapped low over his fierce eyes. “I can show you a museum full of gorgeous women with miles of curves who inspired artists.”
“Guess I was born in the wrong century.” I stroked away the furrow in his brow. “So fierce.”
“Evidently it’s part of my purpose to show you how fucking gorgeous you are.”
Now I really did laugh. “Purpose?”
“There are people who are supposed to come into your life when you need them. Moments you’re meant to have. I didn’t expect you, Kira Webb, but I’m not going to ignore this between us.”
I’d never been anyone’s purpose in life.
And that seemed way too big for sitting here in the sun with my top off, with a gorgeous man under me. “I don’t need—”
“You need the words.” His hand raced over the swell of my ass to slide through the frayed denim fringe of my cutoffs to my panties. “You deserve them,” he said low against my lips before he slanted his mouth over mine.
I hummed into the kiss before it turned into a strangled groan as he dipped his fingers into my slick slit. He pulsed two thick fingers inside me and ground the front of me into his bulge.
My breasts were flattened into his skin. The heat of the sun overhead and the molten muscled flesh of him under me made my head swim.
I tore my mouth away and gulped in a huge breath. “Oh, God.”
He dragged his teeth along my jawline to my ear. “You mean oh, Viking.”
And for the first time, I laughed as I fell right into the shuddering vortex of an orgasm. He held me tight against him as his fingers plunged deep inside me, stretching me as if he could crawl inside and snatch the pleasure out of me.
“Soaking my fingers. Fuck, you’re so wet. Wet for me, Sunshine?”
“Yes.” My voice was little more than a whisper.
“Louder.” He curled his fingers against the inner walls of my pussy, stroking and pulsing until my legs shook. “Wet for me?”
“Yes.” I gripped his sweaty curls and growled out the word.
“You’re going to soak right through my pants. And I’ll wear that salty moonflower scent home with me.” His other hand gripped my ass, rubbing me harder against the bulge behind his zipper. “Come again. Come for me here until I can get my mouth on this pussy.”
“Holy shit.” I choked out a gasp. There was no way I was going to come again so soon.
But no man had ever spoken to me with such a deliciously dark-flavored tone. At least not one that didn’t sound ridiculous and like he was trying too hard as if he was in a damn movie.
He nipped my ear, then the spot just behind it on my neck. It was a sharp tiny bite that stung then burned as I rode his dick through our clothes. “Until I tattoo your skin with my lips and tongue, this will have to do.”
“Ronan.”
“That’s right, Sunshine. Soak me.”
The scream was so close to the surface, but I couldn’t let it go. Not here in the open. Instead, I buried it down deep and held onto it until he covered my mouth and kissed me. Our clash of tongues and lips wouldn’t let me use the shield I was so used to.
He teased it free, his fingers pulsing so deep inside of me until the cry rolled out with a little sob.
“Yes. Let go. It’s okay. It’s just us.” He pressed his sweaty forehead to mine, the spice of his skin and apples, and dear God, the scent of me was overwhelming.
I shuddered and clenched around him, then collapsed.
He dropped back into the chair himself and I didn’t realize he’d been leaning forward so much. He’d lifted his knees a little to keep me tight against him, and his belly was now twitching under my own.
I tried to fumble between us to release him from the confines of his jeans, but he shook his head and tucked my head under his chin. “Much as I want those fingers around me, we’ll both pass out if we try for more.”
I let my hands drop and settled my cheek against his chest. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt so small. And now that my brain was coming back online, I had to agree the spinning in my head was definitely from more than just an orgasm.
We were slick with sweat and the skin-on-skin action only made the heat grow between us. I was just going to try and find the will to stand when he lifted us both out of the chair.
I yelped. “Are you insane?”
He hooked my legs around his hips. “Maybe. But if I don’t get your fine self out of the sun, you’re going to be in more trouble than a little heatstroke.”
“There’s no little heatstroke, Viking.”
He grinned and shuffled me higher on his waist. “Hang onto me. I’ll get us into some shade.” He handed me my bra that had bunched between us.
“What about my shirt?”
His grin widened. “What about it?”
“Someone could come by any minute.”
“Then I guess we’ll just have to duck into the back room.” He squeezed my butt. “Bet there’s a counter I could use.”
“And if it’s Beckett?”
His smile slid away. “Why would you care if it was Beckett?”
“Because he’s endlessly nosy. And my best friend. And our boss.”
His jaw firmed. “Is that the only reason?”
I tried to push away and lower a leg but he shuffled me tighter against him. “Dammit, Ronan.”
“I like it when you call me Viking better,” he growled. “Do I need to worry about Beckett?”
“Yes!”
He set me on the bar, which was higher than a counter so I was looking down at him. But he didn’t move from between my legs.
“Can you give me some space?”
“No.”
“You’re impossible.” I shoved the straps of my bra up my arms and he pulled them back down. “Really?”
“I like looking at you, Kira.”
I huffed out a breath. “As much as I appreciate the body positivity, I can’t talk to you like this.”
“Good. I don’t want to talk.” He gripped my waist. “Unless it’s you telling me there’s nothing between you and Beckett. And if there is, I’ll change your mind.” He drew my nipple between the knuckles of two fingers. The pressure both whisper-soft and rough at the same time. “With the quickness.”
“Going…did you hear me say he’s my best friend?”
He pinched again, this time harder until it fucking throbbed. “That doesn’t mean anything. My sister fell in love with her best friend.”
I frowned. “You have a sister too?”
“Two of them.”
“Jesus, there’s five of you?”
He shrugged. “I’m Irish.”
“You say that like it’s a foregone conclusion that you’d have a bunch of siblings.”
“Also that I’ll want a bunch of babies.” He leaned forward and took my nipple into his mouth again, tugging it playfully before he let me go. “Does that stir you up?”
I pushed him back. “Babies? Okay. Maybe you’re the one with heatstroke.”
He sighed and stepped back to give me some room. I quickly pulled my bra on this time and put the girls away. I hopped off the bar before I got myself into any more trouble. I didn’t think very well when he got close to me.
“I didn’t say I’d be putting one in you today, Sunshine. But I’m definitely open to the option.”
I didn’t know what to say to that one. Again.
This man was way too much for a day as hot as today. I needed to find a large glass of ice water. Maybe a sink of it to soak my head in too.
Cold shower?
Probably.
He crowded me into the bar again. “I’ll let you go off and think about that one, because I have a feeling you’re the thinking sort. But the Beckett question is something I need an answer to right now. I saw the way he looked at you last week.”
“You’re delusional. He doesn’t look at me like that.”
“Then maybe you’re the one with the delusions, because most men look at you like they want to eat you alive. Including the Manning men.”
“They certainly do not. And even if that was a thing, which it is not, they’re like my brothers.”
He lowered his mouth to hover over mine. “Good.” He brushed my nose with his. “Now I have to go clean up my mess. And probably hose myself off too.” His dark eyes were hooded as he glanced down at my mouth then stepped back. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Sunshine.”
I huffed out a breath as I watched him walk out of the open doors and onto the porch before disappearing around the corner to his domain.
“Girl, what have you gotten yourself into?”
There was no answer in the empty room.
Or my very confused and chaotic mind.