Chapter 14 #3
A possessive expression moves across Ronan’s face. “I’m going to take them off,” he says. “And then I’m going to taste you. See if you’re as sweet as I imagined.”
My core squeezes. Inner muscles quiver. My heart flutters in anticipation. “Okay.” When I realize he’s still looking at me, I clarify, “Yes. Please.”
So he does.
First, the panties are peeled off and tossed aside.
Then my legs are spread wider and draped over Ronan’s shoulders.
I’m wide open to him. Exposed. Insecurity flares when I remember that I’m not nearly as groomed down there as I’d like to be. But Ronan doesn’t seem to care. He just looks at me and says roughly, “So fucking gorgeous.”
And then he puts his mouth on me.
His tongue laps at me. Strokes. Teases.
His lips find that little bundle of nerves and close around it, sucking hard.
When my hips jerk at the sensation, he splays his hand across them and holds me still.
One finger slips inside me. Then a second.
When I crane my neck to look down, Ronan looks up at me at the same time. His gaze is hot. Hungry. But there’s something else there, too. Something deep. Something that makes my heart skip.
“Is this good?” he asks.
“Yes.” His fingers curl inside me, and I moan. “Oh, yes.”
“Good,” he replies with a hint of satisfaction. And then he dips his head again.
I’m not sure what kind of magic Ronan has, but he does things to me I never imagined possible. My body is electrified. Desire coils thick and heavy at my core, building hotter and more intense by the second. My pulse is racing. It’s hard to take a full breath.
Then he does this thing with his mouth.
His fingers come almost all the way out of me, then thrust deep again.
And I come apart in an explosion of sensation and light.
My fingers and toes curl.
My lungs stop working.
My neck arches and my eyes slam shut.
As my inner muscles clutch and release, Ronan pumps his fingers slowly inside me, drawing out my orgasm.
When I finally come back to myself, I pry my eyes open to find Ronan staring down at me with an extremely pleased expression. Though he’s standing, his fingers are still inside me. His beard looks slightly damp, which is also something I never expected to find sexy, but do.
“Did that match your fantasy?” he asks with a little smirk. “Or should I try again?”
“It was amazing,” I reply. Then I glance at the large bulge below his waist. “But what about you?”
Ronan shakes his head dismissively. “It’s not about me. It’s about you.”
“But.” I push myself up to a seated position. “You just—”
“Angel.” His smirk fades into something more serious. “I told you I’m okay with taking things slow. I want you to be sure about this. About me. And.” The same earnest look he had when he asked for another chance reappears. “I want to make you feel good. That’s the most important thing.”
Oh.
My throat goes thick.
No man has ever put me first before.
It’s okay to forgive him, my heart says. He made a mistake. He owned up to it. He wants to make it right. And he cares about you. It couldn’t be more obvious.
Swallowing hard, I smile at him. “You did. You definitely did.” Then I have a thought. “How about lunch? It’s almost noon. I could make us something. Unless you need to get back to work?”
Ronan returns my smile with one that carries a hint of relief. “I can take some time for lunch.” He puts his hands on my waist and lifts me off the counter. Then he leans down to kiss me. “I’d love to have lunch with you.”
“Okay.” Realizing I’m not wearing anything from the waist down, I look around for my clothes. “I think I’ll get dressed first, though.”
“Well, you could stay like that,” he teases. “I wouldn’t mind.” But he obligingly bends down to pick up my jeans. “I think I like—”
A sharp trill cuts him off.
My heart leaps to my throat.
Is it the security system? Someone calling about Haley?
Ronan yanks his phone from his back pocket and looks at the screen. “It’s just Enzo,” he says quickly. “Not Alec. And not the security system.”
But his expression is solemn as he answers the call. “Enzo,” he says without preface. “What’s going on?”
I find my panties on the counter by the sink and put them back on. But my attention is on Ronan and whatever Enzo is saying to him.
“Alright,” Ronan finally says. “We’ll be there soon. I just want to make sure Angel eats something first.” He pauses, listening. “Right. I will. See you soon.”
Then he ends the call and puts the phone down. “Angel.”
“What is it? Is something wrong? It’s not Haley, is it? Or my house? The drugs? The—”
“It’s none of those things.” He moves towards me and takes me into his arms. “It’s not bad.”
“Then what is it?”
Ronan looks down at me. “It was Phil,” he says.
“They found evidence. Alec and the police. According to Enzo, it’s substantial.
And the police searched Phil’s apartment.
They found drugs hidden there. Cocaine.” He gives me a moment to absorb it.
“Phil’s guilty. And the drugs were his. We’re going to have a meeting at GMG after lunch so we can go through all of it. ”
Cautious hope blossoms inside me. “So it’s over?”
Ronan hugs me close and kisses my forehead. “It’s over.”