Chapter 10 #2
A different kind of heat started building in my belly, one that had nothing to do with the alcohol I’d been sipping on the whole night. When the time finally came for Ronan to ask for the check, it felt like I’d snapped out of a trance.
“I thought I was the one who was supposed to book it early,” I teased as the waitress walked away looking very happy with whatever he tipped her.
Ronan’s lips twitched. “This place closes in an hour.”
My mouth dropped open. I checked the time on my phone and he was right—it was almost eleven.
“I had no idea it was this late,” I said with a groan.
“I take it that I passed the test, Miss Price?” he asked, standing to his feet and offering me his hand. “I can only assume the conversation was good enough, considering you stayed the entire evening.”
“You’d be right,” I said only half-begrudgingly as I took his hand.
My pulse started racing at the steadiness of his grip, the heat of his palm. But instead of just helping me slide out of the seat, he didn’t let go. Much to my twisted delight.
We walked out of the bar hand-in-hand, neither of us saying anything even though the air between us was thick with electricity. When we stepped outside, he released my hand with a gentle rub of his thumb against the back of it, a touch so light I barely noticed.
I quickly fumbled with my jacket and put it on, then reached for my phone to call a cab. “Thank you, Ronan. For the evening and the conversation.”
“You’re welcome,” he replied. He waited a moment, then added, “I could give you a ride home. I don’t know how comfortable I’d feel letting you take a cab or walk this time of the night.”
“That’s okay,” I said, ignoring the effects of the drinks pushing me to do something stupid like say yes. “Plus you’re not exactly the most sober either.”
“I’m a heavyweight,” he explained. “And I’m the one who kept you out this late. Please, I insist.”
I considered it a moment. He had a point. Besides, the campus was not even ten minutes away.
“Okay,” I acquiesced. “I’d appreciate that.”
He led me to his car, which was parked a little distance from the main bays lining the side of the bar. It was a considerable distance now that so many other patrons had left.
I wasn’t sure what I was expecting knowing how wealthy his family actually was, but his car wasn’t some over-the-top flashy thing that probably ran like shit. He drove a sleek-looking Volvo, and while I wasn’t enough of a car person to name the model, I just thought it looked good.
Big enough for someone of his height, probably a decent amount of leg room.
What the hell was I thinking about? I blamed the alcohol for my nonsensical thoughts.
He opened the passenger door for me and closed it once I’d slipped inside before rounding the car and getting in himself. It smelled clean with a hint of his expensive cologne.
None of this was helping me stay sane.
The atmosphere that had already started to blossom at the table throughout the duration of the evening started to bloom into heat.
I felt it even through the light fog of tipsiness and I knew he felt it too. He turned to look at me, his sexy hand resting on the gearstick. I suddenly felt a wild urge to have it on me, to know what it felt like to have those hands run across my bare skin.
The thought made me squirm slightly.
His eyes darkened, evidently reading my body language. There wasn’t a warning or any room for misunderstanding—we reached for each other at the same time.
Finally, finally feeling his mouth on mine sent such a sweet sweep of relief through me that I shuddered into the kiss. Oh, he was good at this. Lucas had been a hungry, eager kisser but Ronan was deliberate.
Both were delicious in different ways.
His tongue snaked out and licked my bottom lip, and when my mouth popped open with a gasp, he swept in. His tongue swirled against mine, sharing the taste of liquor.
It was so sensual that my body felt like it was a live wire, primed to explode at any given moment so when his hand found my thigh and slowly slid its way under my dress I let out an embarrassing whine.
Ronan chuckled into the kiss, taking his mouth from mine.
“You know, I like the sweet stuff, too,” he said, nipping at the spot just below my ear. His hand continued its ascent but stopped just short of my panties, and I felt two of his fingers mark out torturous circles on my upper thigh.
“And you, June Price, are absolutely divine.”
His hand now moved to my hip, pressing in softly. His kisses moved to my neck, slow but so intentional. I felt like putty in his hands, my own hands moving up his neck and behind his head, my fingers running through his hair.
I wanted more. But if Ronan was a tease with his flirting skills, his seduction was something else entirely. Every time I thought he was moving his hand to where I craved for it to go, he’d withdraw his touch and shut off any word of complaint with a kiss or bite to my neck.
And shit, he’d found a weak spot there too.
“I saw you looking at my hands at the table,” he murmured against my skin. “You like them?”
I could barely think. I mumbled something that sounded like an affirmation. Ronan helped me slip out of my jacket, then dragged me onto his lap until I was straddling him.
He cupped my face in his hands, his lips pressed to that spot on my neck. “I can’t hear you.”
His hands slipped from my neck, down my chest and finally stopped at my breasts. In the past, the few boyfriends I’d let touch them tended to grope and paw at me to the point that it hurt.
But Ronan used just the right amount of pressure and friction to deliver something exquisite. His thumb rolled my hard nipples through the material of my dress and a shocked gasp escaped me. He hadn’t even gotten me out of my clothes and I was already a mess.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said.
A sober thought barreled through my mind, loud as a gun as my eyes shot to the window. “Wait, people can see us.”
With one hand still on my chest, the other travelled lower until he pressed a hand between my legs. I was embarrassingly wet. My eyes fluttered shut.
I felt him smile against my neck. “I think you like that.”
His fingers slid past my soaking panties. I groaned low in my throat, now desperate for some type of friction. I rolled my hips against his hand but he was careful not to touch my clit, forming a V-shape with his fingers that provided some pleasure but not enough to take the edge off.
My fingers curled in the material of his sweater as I gripped onto him, growing more frustrated. I gasped out his name, begging. That seemed like it was finally good enough for him. He pushed two fingers inside of me and let me adjust around them.
I was panting, pleasure radiating through my body with every movement he made, searching not for an endpoint but for a reaction. And when he found what he was looking for, he was relentless.
His mouth curled around my breast, catching my nipple between his teeth through the fabric. The feeling of that felt somehow more erotic than if I’d been naked. His thumb rolled over my clit once and my hips jerked.
I clenched around his fingers and he breathed out slow.
“You feel so amazing around my fingers, June. So tight, so perfect,” he murmured.
He curled them and pressed, and my vision went white. I trembled in his arms as my orgasm slammed into me. But he continued fucking me through it, his fingers still curling against that traitorous spot until I was practically begging him to stop.
“I thought you liked my hands,” he nuzzled against my cheek. “Too much?”
Words were bubbling from my mouth but I wasn’t even sure what I was saying as he withdrew his digits. I watched in fascination as he licked them clean, moaning low at the taste.
He reached down again and I barely had the chance to protest before he ripped my panties right down the middle. He discarded the already-ruined material, tossing it to the side. Then I heard the sound of a belt buckle click and felt him readjusting my position over his lap.
“Look, baby.”
I hadn’t realized my eyes had squeezed shut until I listened to him, looking down to watch as he slowly helped me slide down onto his rock hard cock. I made a sound in the back of my throat, still sensitive from my orgasm.
I leaned forward until my forehead rested against his. He made me watch as he slowly thrust up into me, his movements just as languid and fluid as his kisses. “That’s it. Do you feel that?”
“Yes,” I gasped out.
“You feel so damn good around me, June,” he ground out behind clenched teeth.
I moaned, burying my face in his neck.
“Come on, baby. Fuck me back. Give it back to me,” he coaxed soothingly, one hand gripping the back of my head. “Be greedy for it. You’re so beautiful when you’re greedy.”
I didn’t think I had the strength. But his words dug deep into some primal part of my brain and I began to meet his thrusts with my own, riding him as best as I could in the limited space of the driver’s seat.
“Yeah, that’s it. That’s it,” he moaned. “That’s my girl.”
We continued to move like that, slowly fucking each other until his body tensed under mine.
I saw his eyes roll back into his head and without thinking, leaned forward to kiss him, yelping when I felt his thumb on my clit again.
This time when I came, I threw my head back in a silent scream, my body shuddering under the force of it.
For the minutes it took us to compose ourselves, the car was silent except for our heavy breathing. I looked at Ronan, not sure what to make of what just happened but he only kissed me one last time, this one oddly chaste considering the mess we just made in his car.
Speaking of which…
I looked down in surprise, finally noticing what I hadn’t before.
“You had a condom with you?” I blurted out in surprise.
He chuckled sheepishly, leaning his head back against the headrest. His hands were still resting on my hips, his eyes twinkling with amusement and the last remnants of pleasure.
I couldn’t even be mad when I’d benefited from that “preparation.” I couldn’t be mad when I’d just had one of the most erotic experiences of my life.
The windows were now fogged up but there were still people walking in the near distance.
I didn’t think anyone saw us, but the sheer risk of what we’d done…
I’d come on Ronan’s hand and then rode his dick in the front seat of his car.
In the parking lot of a bar that was walking distance from campus.
You can easily write off a one-night stand as a mistake. But if you do that again, well, there’s something more there. Madison’s words came to mind almost as instantly as post nut clarity.
But as we tried to untangle ourselves from each other and clean up, I couldn’t help but wonder if I was really willing to never feel this thrill again. Nothing had made me feel this alive in a long time.
Maybe it was stupid. Maybe it was reckless.
But damn if it wasn’t fun.