29. Chapter 29
Chapter 29
Nellie
“ Y ou really didn’t have to come home with me,” I said, hanging my purse on the hook and turning to face him by the time he closed the door. “I’ll be fine. I promise.” I was glad he was here, though, and when Spice sauntered up behind us and chirped at him, I could tell he was glad too.
“Of course I did.” Ronan put his hands on my hips and stepped closer to me until I could smell the musky vetiver scent drifting off him.
I put my hands on his chest, leaning into him. “Ronan, I promise I’m fine.”
“I know you are.” When he tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear and smiled, my stomach flipped, and the butterflies raced to settle between my legs. “That’s not why I’m here.”
“Why are you here?” I swallowed. Part of me hoped he was going to pin me against the wall and kiss me as if he hadn’t spent all day helping me clean red paint off the front window. I didn’t want him to just be here to comfort me—I didn’t want comfort.
Ronan hooked his finger under my chin, lifting my face to meet his. “Because I didn’t get to do this earlier.” When he kissed me, I could taste the relief on his breath. I could feel it in my chest as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer. It was like he needed to feel my heartbeat against his to trust I was okay.
I whimpered against his lips, snaking my arms around his neck and weaving my fingers into his hair. It made Ronan kiss me deeper, and when I sucked on his tongue, running my own along it, he groaned. He broke the kiss, and I gasped for air like it was my first breath.
“I’m glad you’re okay,” he said, running his finger down my cheek. He stepped away from me, and I took a step after him, pausing when he put his hand up. “I’ll be right back.”
I froze in my place, like I was unable to follow him. “Where are you going?” When he was starting to walk away, I didn’t want him to leave. I reached out toward him.
He smirked but didn’t answer my question before he disappeared to the bedroom. I listened closely when I heard the bathtub turn on, straining my neck to try and see past the wall I already knew I wouldn’t be able to see him around.
When I slipped into the bedroom, I could see him through the crack between the door and the wall, preparing the tub. “What are you doing?” I asked, sneaking into the bathroom.
“I’m drawing you a bath.” He stuck his hand in the stream of water to make sure it was hot enough, turning the knob when he must’ve decided it wasn’t.
“Why?” I put my hand in the middle of his upper back, aching to feel his muscles flexing.
Ronan turned around and stood. “Because today was stressful for you, and I want you to relax.”
“Will you help me relax?” I asked, grabbing onto the hem of his shirt and starting to lift it. Once it exposed the muscles of his abdomen, I dragged my fingers behind the fabric to feel each ridge. He grabbed both of my wrists, briefly stopping the movement, and I whined.
“How do you want me to help you relax, sugar?” He didn’t stop me from pulling his shirt off over his head. His chest heaved, and the dove tattooed on his chest caught my eye. I traced the outline with the tips of my fingers before following the line of his scar while he inhaled.
I looked up at him and smiled. “I want you to make me forget.” His nostrils flared, his eyes darkened, and I swore I could feel his heartbeat increasing against his chest. I couldn’t look away from him. “Please?” I whispered.
“How can I say no to you when you look at me like that?” He leaned towards me so his lips hovered over mine, sucking in a deep breath.
“What do you mean?” I asked, stretching onto my toes and lifting my hands over my head when he took my shirt off. I could taste his breath again when he got closer, reaching behind me to unclasp my bra and letting it fall to the floor. I shivered. “Look at you like what?”
He chuckled. “Like you’re going to get as lost in me as I’ve already gotten in you.” I gasped, and a cool breeze from the vent made my nipples harden. “Don’t act like you don’t know what your doe eyes do to me, the way you look at me like I’m different. Like I’m good.”
“You are good.” I think . He was when I used to know him, at least until he left. He shook his head.
Ronan turned me in his arms, lightly drawing his lips down my neck and over the top of my shoulder. “I’ve never been good, sugar.” His voice was gravelly, like it clung to the side of his throat. “Not like you.”
“I’m not good.” Was I? He couldn’t say I was. He didn’t know anything about me. I met Ronan’s stare in the mirror while he planted small kisses on my skin.
“You are good.” He framed my chin with his hand, holding my stare in the piece of glass. “You’re everything that’s good.”
I shook my head before I tilted it to the side, exposing more of my neck. “What if I’m not as good as you think I am? What if I’m just an ordinary girl?”
His stare intensified, and my stomach fluttered with nervous butterflies. “Ordinary? Don’t you see what I see?” he asked, flattening his hand in the middle of my back and pushing me forward until I was bent over the counter. He traced my spine with his tongue before he nuzzled the hairs at the nape of my neck. “Everything about you is intoxicating. Let me show you.”
I tried to stand straight and lean back against him, aching to feel his hard body pressed against the soft curves of mine, but he put more pressure on my back. “Ronan, please,” I whined, wiggling my hips from side to side as an offering.
“Look in the mirror,” he said, hooking his fingers in my waistband and tugging. He pulled my pants and the thong I wore beneath them over my hips and down my thighs. “Do you see how beautiful you are?”
I never minded the reflection I saw in the mirror, but it was easy to see every flaw. It was easier to see them when he was standing behind me, but I cared less. I knew I was pretty, but I never described myself as intoxicating. “Yes,” I whispered.
“You’re flawless.” Ronan pulled my hair back over my shoulders before he ran his hands down the front of my chest. When he cupped my breasts, pinching my nipples, I moaned, and my body rested more against the counter. “I can’t get enough of your curves, how every bit of you fits perfectly in my hands.”
Ronan squeezed my chest again before his hands moved down my stomach to my hips. He gripped them so hard, you could see the divots his fingertips left in my skin. When he ground his hips against me, I could feel his erection fighting against the fabric of his pants. I wanted more, but instead, he gripped my hips harder.
“I don’t know what you’re doing to me,” he groaned, letting go of me only to quickly release his button. The zipper cut through the pause in his sentence, and I was filled with an overwhelming sense of anticipation. “I can’t get enough of you, though.”
“Me either.” It came out as more of a moan. I separated my feet slightly, opening myself up to him when he quickly dropped his pants to the floor, but when he touched me again, it wasn’t with his cock. Ronan slowly ran his fingers along my slit, collecting and spreading my growing arousal.
When he slipped a finger inside me, I hummed, and my eyes closed. Ronan clicked his tongue. “Eyes open, sugar. Don’t take them off the mirror. Watch how much you love this—how breathtaking you are when you give into it.”
My eyes flashed open, meeting my reflection in the mirror. I took in my flushed cheeks and my parted lips silently begging for more. There was already a sheen of sweat shimmering on my shoulders and chest, and when Ronan added a second finger inside me, my lips parted more. I sucked the bottom one into my mouth and bit down, but I didn’t move my eyes from the mirror.
“You’re already so wet for me,” he said, pulling his fingers away and bringing them to his lips. He sucked them clean, running his tongue between them as he hummed. “And delicious too. Tastes like sin.” He dropped his voice to a husky whisper. “My favorite.”
“I need you,” I said quietly, watching the blush on my cheeks darken more.
“Oh, I know, sugar,” he cooed. “I’ll let you have all of me soon. Just let me enjoy you for a second first.” The need I felt was nearly running down the inside of my thigh.
My face was decorated with desperation in my wrinkled brow and the deep lines at the corner of my eyes. I licked my lips, and they glistened, but my mouth dried out. All I could think about was the way Ronan would stretch me, and more so, how badly I wanted him to. The silent request was clear in my eyes—he knew it too.
“Promise me you won’t look away,” he demanded, circling my clit with the head of his cock before he lined it up at my entrance, “and I promise I won’t stop until you see how perfect you are when you fall into oblivion.”
I nodded. I would agree to anything to get him to fuck me at this point. My pussy clenched, and I arched my back more to extend my ass out further. I followed the curve from my breast, over my side, and to my hips where Ronan’s hand rested. When he squeezed tighter, I yelped.
“You have to say it.”
“I promise,” I whined, meeting his eyes in the mirror and pleading. “I need you.”
He didn’t hesitate before he rocked his hips forward, entering me and stretching my pussy. A wave of shock followed by familiarity and finally ecstasy crossed my face. “Look at how well you take me.” Ronan pulled out before thrusting into me again, harder this time. “Don’t you look so perfect stretched around my cock like this?”
As he started to find a rhythm, pumping into me faster, my breasts started to bounce. I watched my curves bounce and jiggle in the mirror, and when I looked to meet Ronan’s eyes, he was watching the same movements. His stare was fixed on each ripple of my curves when his hips met my ass, and when he looked up into the glass and saw me staring, his grin stretched across his face.
“I’ll never tire of this view. I could look at you like this all day.” He sped up, driving the head of his cock into my G-spot with each stroke. My legs started to shake, and I was thankful for the desk that supported my weight in case they gave out. “It’s okay to tremble, baby. I’m not anywhere close to done with you yet.”
My eyes widened, but they smiled too. I wasn’t ready for him to be done with me. “Don’t stop,” I encouraged him. “I love the way you feel inside me.”
“I’m not going to stop.” The clapping of skin against skin rang through the small bathroom, drowning out the faucet that slowly filled the large tub. It had to be close, maybe even already to the top, but I didn’t care. Jolts of pleasure shot through my core with each thrust, and I cried out. “And when you scream like that, I’ll never stop.”
When I was close, my pussy clenched tighter around his strokes. My toes curled, and I was certain I was going to fall, even with the support of the counter I had been so grateful for a few moments earlier.
He could tell I was there, moving one hand from my hip to the ponytail that swung across my upper back while he fucked me. Ronan wrapped the bundle of hair around his hand twice before he tightened his grip around it and forced me to look in the mirror I was already staring in.
With his hold on my hair, I wouldn’t be able to look away without closing my eyes, but I couldn’t close my eyes either—he wanted me to see. Do you see how beautiful you are?
“You’re right there. I can feel you squeezing me. Come for me.” Ronan fucked me harder, forcing my body forward with each thrust until his hold on my hair caused the roots to sting. “Now.”
The orgasm that had been building in my core snapped, and I fell against the counter. It didn’t stop Ronan, and he continued while the wet sound of my release between our skin accompanied the movement. His eyes rolled back when my pussy rippled around each stroke, and his mouth fell open in a way that matched mine.
When he came, his body jerked, and a low roar left his throat. It didn’t stop him, and he slowed down, riding out our shared orgasms with meaningful punches of his hips. My face curled and wrinkled, and my lips pursed while intense wave after wave rocked through my body.
Ronan met my stare again in the mirror before he pulled out of me, licking the sweat off my neck while he did. His cum slowly ran from my pussy, and I reveled in the warm, wet feeling of being full of his release. “Do you see why I can’t get enough of you?” he asked, gradually slowing his breaths.
“Yes,” I nodded, standing up straight and searching for comfort in the warmth of his body against mine.
“Good,” he said, lightly biting my neck, “because I’m not even remotely done trying to get my fill.”
I gasped when he bit me again, quick to agree with him. “I don’t want you to be done.”
He flashed me an almost-evil smirk. I had forgotten the faucet on the tub was running until Ronan stepped away from me to turn it off. Light steam floated off the water, and my muscles ached to slide into it. “But first, your bath.”
Ronan climbed into the tub, reaching his hand out to help me in. I joined him, hissing when my leg first hit the water. My skin quickly adjusted to the sting—either that, or I forgot how hot it was as soon as Ronan was settling in. I looked at the space left between his legs, and I seated myself in the water, curling up into that space. I hummed, resting back against him while he wrapped his arms around me.
For a moment, I had forgotten about the bakery and the message painted on the front. I didn’t care about it when I could feel Ronan’s even breathing matching with mine. My mind was focused on the contrast of my pink loofah in Ronan’s big hands and the way he lathered it up with soap that smelled like vanilla and honey. My favorite.
He was gentle when he painted my body with foaming bubbles. I hummed, and my eyelids started to feel heavier. I blinked, letting them stay closed a second longer before they fluttered open to see Ronan rinsing the soap from the sponge. He used his hands to wash the suds from my body while my eyes fluttered closed. I inhaled slowly, sighing comfortably when I exhaled.
“Are you going to stay all night?” I asked sheepishly, tilting my head back, nuzzling my nose against the space below his ear and just above the curve of his neck. I inhaled the way his scent mixed with the fresh smell of vanilla.
“Do you want me to stay?” he asked, tracing the line of my arm with the tips of his fingers. It was comforting, and I melted into him until I couldn’t tell where my body stopped and his started.
I nodded, sinking into him. “Yeah, I do.”
“Good,” Ronan chuckled, wrapping his arms around me and squeezing. “Because I was staying regardless.”