Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Safety.
She’d craved it for as long as she could remember, and now, when she was on the run for her actual life…when she was supposed to start answering to a fake name and staying with a fake husband…somehow now…
She actually did feel safe.
Even though a killer was on her trail.
Even though a hitman was her companion.
She felt safe.
Because the hitman was her companion.
Because he’d kill to keep her safe, and she knew it. Because while Ronan might try to act like the bad guy, he did nothing but protect her.
They were at the promised safe house. His GPS had taken them off the interstate. Away from the crowds. Down a small, twisting road to a house that sat near a spring. It had been too dark for her to see the water clearly, but the moonlight had hinted at the beauty that waited for them.
Without a word, Ronan had unloaded their bags. Taken her inside. He’d put her stuff in one bedroom. He’d told her to sleep.
And…he’d left her. Gone to the room right beside hers.
After all the hot talk in the car, the kiss, the sensual promise—she’d expected more.
Safety. That was what she’d gotten.
Was it so wrong that she wanted both safety and sin?
Live. Live before you die.
She stared at the closed bedroom door. The house was almost eerily silent. What had she expected, really? For him to rip her clothes off the moment they walked inside?
Um, yes.
For him to pick her up and fuck her against the door?
Would that have been too much to ask?
Instead, she’d had a coldly professional protector leading the way up the stairs. Telling her that she was safe. That he was right next door.
She did feel safe.
She also felt like she was about to jump out of her skin. She wanted Ronan. She wanted the wild release that he’d promised. She wanted to stop being good all the time and see what it was like to be bad, just for a night. To not care about consequences or rules.
I could have died again today. If Ronan hadn’t been there when the shooter arrived…
Her shoulders squared. She’d put on a pair of black pajamas—soft cotton pants and a matching shirt. They’d been in the suitcase for her. A perfect fit which, yep, that had been a bit creepy. Every article of clothing was exactly in her size.
She figured Grayson had ordered Kane to bring the clothes for her and Ronan. Apparently, the FBI knew everything about her.
Not that there was a whole lot to know.
She’d barely traveled during her life. Never gone out of the country. She’d paid all her bills on time. She’d worked at the middle school since college. She’d just tried to start her new business and that had immediately crashed and burned.
I was always so careful because that’s what I was told to be. I had to be careful. I couldn’t take any risks.
That had been her world for a long time.
Except…
Maybe I want more.
Her hand reached for the doorknob. It turned easily beneath her grip, and then she was out in the hallway. A quick turn to the right, a few stumbling, nervous steps, and then her fist was knocking at his door. Once, twice, and?—
The door flew open. “What’s wrong?”
No shirt. Boxers. That awesome chest of Ronan’s was on full display. So were his abs. In the soft light of the hallway, she could see the faint, white lines that rose on his tan skin. Scars from long ago wounds. Scars that made him seem even more dangerous and sexier and stronger because he’d survived.
He wasn’t the kind of person who’d ever been afraid to live. She knew Ronan certainly wasn’t the type to fear death, either.
“Luna.” His nostrils flared. “What is it?”
“I—” Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe she should turn and run. Scuttle back to the safety of her room.
Safety.
There it was again. That word. Her chin lifted. “Promises were made.”
“What?” His forehead furrowed. Such a sexy furrow.
“Promises were made,” she repeated. Her chin remained up. “You can’t go around telling a woman that you are going to have her coming against your tongue and begging for m-more long before…” She swallowed. “Long before your dick enters her.”
His hands flew out. Not to grab her. But to clamp around the wood of the doorframe. “ Luna.”
“I mean, if you’re going to make promises like that, you should deliver on them. Otherwise, it just seems like false hype.”
His eyes narrowed. “It’s not false hype.”
She didn’t think it had been. He probably made women come by crooking his little finger. “Then you should deliver.”
“Luna.”
When he said her name in that growl, it made her stomach twist. In a good way. “I played the radio during the drive. I didn’t distract you. I was holding up my end of the deal.”
“You distract me by breathing. As far as playing the radio and you not talking—that shit was about me trying not to fuck you in the car.”
“We aren’t in the car any longer.” She tilted a little to the side in an attempt to look around him. A failed attempt because he was so big. “We’re in a safe house. One with plenty of beds that we could use right now.”
“You don’t want to do this.”
He was so wrong. “Is making love with me against FBI rules?”
“ I’m not in the FBI. ”
She stared up at him. Then, slowly, her hands lifted so that her palms pressed to his jaw. His beard tickled her skin. “Is it against your rules?”
“I don’t tend to fuck good girls and walk away.”
“Who says I’m good?”
“You’re a line I shouldn’t cross.” But his head turned. His lips brushed against her palm. The contact did more than tickle. Especially when she felt the lick of his tongue.
Electricity ignited in her veins. “You’re a line I want to cross.”
His eyes squeezed closed. “Fuck.”
“Yes, that’s precisely what I want to do.” But she did have some pride. She’d come here. She’d told him already how she felt. If he was pulling back, making promises he had no intention of keeping, then she would stop. “I’ll go back to my room.” Her hands dropped from him as she stepped away.
Lightning fast, his hand flew out and curled around her wrist. “Too late.” He hauled her toward him. His mouth crashed down onto hers. Intense. Passionate. Possessive. “Fucking in here,” he muttered against her mouth. “Fantasizing about you.” His tongue thrust deep. Had her moaning. He lifted her into his arms. Kept kissing her, then raised his mouth just enough to growl, “Tried to keep control. Then you showed up. You came to me. ”
She kissed his jaw.
He shuddered. “You came to me. Remember that.” He stalked for the bed. Lowered her right in the middle of the mattress, then stared down at her with a gaze that blazed. “And soon you’ll come for me.”
Yes, please. She’d like that. Even if she wasn’t one hundred percent sure it would happen. Because like she’d told him, she’d never really been able to let go during sex. Too afraid. Too hesitant. But she wanted to try.
Her whole body was tense, and nerves twisted her stomach. She needed him. Wanted him with a desperation that she didn’t fully understand. Was it because of adrenaline? The circumstances? Luna didn’t know. Didn’t care, honestly.
She just wanted him.
She reached for him.
But he caught her hands. Leaned over the bed. Pinned her wrists to the mattress. “I told you how this was going to work. Warned you.”
He had?
“You’ll come for me, begging, long before my dick enters you.”
She was wet. Her hips were twisting. And all he’d done was kiss her. This was definitely better than it had ever been for her before. “Ronan!”
“Grab the sheets. Don’t move from this spot. Not until I make you come.”
What?
He let go of her wrists. Eased back. He stood on the side of the bed, she was in the middle, with her feet dangling over the edge. He caught her legs, and he hauled the pajama pants and her panties away in one fast yank. She gasped because she was completely naked from the waist down, and he was putting his strong, callused fingertips on the inside of her thighs. Pushing them apart.
“So damn pretty.”
Then his mouth was on her. Just like that.
His warm, wet tongue brushed against her core. A slow, languorous swipe over her clit. She nearly bolted off the bed. Would have, if his hands hadn’t locked around her hips to hold her in place.
“ Delicious.” A savage rumble. And then he feasted.
Her wide eyes stared up at the ceiling. Light from the lamp spilled up in a soft glow. Ronan was licking and sucking, and his tongue thrust into her.
Her mouth stretched open wide as she gasped. Even in his hold, her hips surged, but not to get away from him. To get closer.
He lashed her with his tongue. Over and over and over. Her heart drummed in her chest. Her body trembled and ached.
She’d never been more exposed in her life. Never felt more vulnerable. Or more turned on.
Maybe she should tell him this was the first time that a man had gone down on her.
Maybe she should?—
He worked her clit feverishly with his wicked, skilled tongue, and she stopped thinking.
Need flooded through her. A knife’s edge of desire. She was on the precipice of release. She could feel it. A powerful orgasm built up within her. She was close to coming. So close. Luna wanted to get there so very badly.
She heard her own desperate voice. She was saying his name. Chanting it.
One powerful hand left her hip. Slid between her thighs. His fingers stroked her even as his tongue dipped into her once again. Her mouth opened wider, and her head tipped back more as he raked his fingers over the center of her need—and then she was falling. Falling straight over the edge and into the hottest, longest climax of her life.
“Ronan!”
He didn’t stop. His mouth went back to her clit, and he licked and kissed her with a driven and possessive passion that swept away all control. All caution. All she could do was feel. Shudder and tremble and lose her mind to the pleasure that consumed her.
Her eyes had squeezed closed. Even as aftershocks trembled through her sex, she forced her eyes to open again. She looked down. His dark head was between her thighs. As she stared at him, his head lifted. His gaze crashed into hers.
He licked his lips, as if savoring the taste that had been left on him. Her taste.
“What do you want now?” Ronan demanded.
“More.” Hadn’t that been the deal? That he’d have her begging for more…long before his dick entered her? “I want more, please.”
“Such a good girl.” He pulled away.
She hated for him to be gone. “No.”
“Not good? Oh, I disagree.” He stood by the bed. His aroused dick saluted in the boxers as he reached into the nightstand drawer. He pulled out a condom.
Who put the condoms in the drawer? Is that like, standard safe house protocol?
He tore open the packet.
“Wait!” Her desperate cry.
His bright eyes raked at her even as his jaw locked. “Changed your mind?” A grim nod. “Run then, while you can. Got a taste of the dark but you don’t want to?—”
“I want to go down on you.” She had zero intention of running anywhere.
He blinked.
“That was our deal, wasn’t it?” Luna moved to her knees. Her sex was still quaking in the best possible way, and the rest of her body was shaking with nerves. “I may not be overly good at this, so maybe you can help me out?”
He just stared at her.
She needed to get closer to him. Check. Luna slid off the bed. Her knees hit the floor. She was right in front of him, and his extremely substantial dick thrust toward her.
“You’re…going down on me.”
She was about to, yes. That was the plan. Her hand reached for him. Her fingers curled around his cock, and he was warm and hard and thick. Very thick.
We may have a size issue.
One that could be painful.
But she didn’t stop. Luna leaned forward. Her breath blew over the head of his dick.
“Why do you think you won’t be good at this?” So deep and dark and rough.
“Because I’ve never done it before.” Total honesty. “No one had ever gone down on me, either. Not until you. Thanks for a great first time.” Then she licked him. Her tongue slid out and tasted the tip of his erection. And after that little taste, her mouth opened wider. She closed her lips around him. Sucked the head into her mouth.
A moan broke from her because she liked the way he felt and tasted.
Her tongue slid over him. She pulled him in a bit deeper. She sucked on him. She?—
Got her ass lifted up and tossed back onto the bed.
“Ronan!” A shocked cry burst from her.
He rolled on the condom. “You think you can tell me things like that?” He caught her ankles. Dragged her right back to the side of the bed. “And not immediately get fucked?”
“Um…”
He positioned his dick at the entrance of her body. “You’re getting fucked,” he told her definitely. “You’re going to come around my dick. You’re going to scream my name. You are going to be mine. ” He drove into her. A long, hard thrust.
And she’d been right. There were some size issues. He was way, way more endowed than the other three guys she’d been with in her life. He stretched her. He filled her. And her body did not want to let all of him inside.
“Ronan?” Sharp. Worried.
“I’ve got you.” Absolutely certain. His hand snaked between their bodies. Went straight for her clit. He rubbed and stroked, and her breath caught because he did, indeed, have her. He had her in the best possible way. A way that had her arching for him. Softening for him. Taking him deeper into her.
Her head tipped back because he felt good. So incredibly good. “I like that.”
“You’re gonna love what comes next.”
Her lashes wanted to close. She kept them open because Luna needed to see him. All those muscles. The hard angles and planes of his face. The need that blazed in his eyes. Had any man ever looked at her that way before? As if she was the one thing he had to have?
No, no one ever had.
Not until Ronan.
He lifted her right leg.
“Ronan?” She shifted a little beneath him.
He hooked her leg over his shoulder. Leaned into her. Thrust deeper.
She thought the new position might hurt. It didn’t. Just the opposite. He was going in even more but the angle he was at, the way he was thrusting, the way his fingers strummed her clit again and again…
So good.
The second orgasm soared through her. A scream tore from her lips before she could even think to muffle it.
Then there was no stopping him. He pulled her left leg over his shoulder. He hauled her hips closer to the edge of the bed. He pounded into her. Again and again.
Her hands grabbed for him. Held tightly. He was in her so deep. He consumed her. Seemed to own her body in that instant, and there was nothing she could do.
Nothing, but enjoy the absolute hell out of the ride. “Ronan!”
His body shuddered as he erupted into her.
He had just fucked the target.
His body still shuddered. The orgasm still pulsed through his body. The best freaking orgasm of his life.
He’d fucked the target.
The target in question slowly smiled up at him. The most gorgeous, sweet smile. One that made him want to fuck her all over again. Because how in the hell could she be smiling so sweetly and innocently when he was still balls deep in her?
And he could feel the aftershocks of her pleasure all along his dick.
“That was amazing,” Luna told him.
Well, yeah. Same. He was still in recovery mode and trying helluva hard not to show that fact. Because sex was sex.
Good sex was…well, good sex.
But what he’d just had with Luna…
I want to damn well devour her. Want to fuck her over and over. Sinking into her body had been like sinking straight into paradise. When he’d gone down on her, he’d been obsessed. Her taste. Her scent. Her softness. Everything about her obsessed him.
He wanted her again. And again. And again.
Target. She is the target.
A beautiful, sexy, tempting target.
I am so screwed.
Her legs slid off his shoulders. Soft, silky legs.
He slowly pulled out of her. Luna tensed a bit, and he frowned. “Did I hurt you?”
“Oh, trust me on this. The pleasure was more than worth any pain.”
His chest ached. In a weird way. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He needed to ditch the condom.
I need to put another one on because my dick is already getting hard again, and I want to fuck her until we can’t move.
Nope, way bad idea. Bad.
“It had been a while for me. There was bound to be some…uncomfortable moments. Especially since you are so much, uh, bigger, than my previous partners.” She eased back. Scooted into the middle of the bed. Then grabbed for a sheet to cover her lower body.
He turned away from her because he needed to ditch the condom and be a damn semi-gentleman and get her a warm cloth or maybe get her a hot bath ready or?—
“I really did not expect you to live up to the hype.”
Ronan froze right there.
“I didn’t think screaming from pleasure would be a real thing. I was loud. ”
Yep, she had been. He’d loved her responsiveness. Ronan looked over his shoulder at her. “I always live up to the hype.”
“I’ll remember that.” Her smile came and went again, and his chest felt even weirder. But he jerked his head forward. He stalked into the bathroom. Ditched the condom. Grabbed the sink a little too hard.
So you fucked the target. Not the end of the world. You crossed one little line.
He wanted to cross that line again and again and again. All night long. He wanted to fuck her endlessly.
Then he heard the click of his bedroom door…shutting.
What. The. Hell?
He yanked open the bathroom door and sprinted across the room. He had the bedroom door open and was in the hallway two seconds later. “Where are you going?” A bit too rough but screw it.
He felt rough.
She looked back at him. She’d hauled back on her pajama pants. I didn’t even take off her top. Hell.
“I…thought you were done with me.”
Done? Hardly. And the next time, that pajama top would be gone.
“You walked away. I-I…” Her lips pressed together. “I didn’t want anything to be awkward. So I was going back to my room.”
He curled his hand under her chin and tipped back her head so she had no choice but to look at him. “We are way past awkward.” His head lowered. His mouth pressed to hers. A soft kiss. But one that was possessive as hell as he savored her. “I’m not done with you.” Not even close.
“No?” Her hands pressed to his chest.
“I’m just getting started.”
Her eyes widened. “You want to go again?”
More like… again and again. “Got to live up to the hype.” Ronan scooped her into his arms and carried her back where he wanted her to be.
In my bed.
He knew it was wrong. He knew it was a mistake. Ronan didn’t care. This is a bad fucking idea.
But he was going to take her anyway because he’d never wanted anyone more.