Chapter 28Ronan
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Ronan
T he first thing Ronan heard when he woke up from a dead sleep was a feminine giggle, and he felt a warm weight over his leg and waist. Then, he felt a soft rise of a breathing body that was wrapped around him. He cracked open his eyes slowly. He was face to face with his most recent affliction, Eden's breasts.
Okay, they were two separate afflictions. Very generous and pert afflictions. He couldn't help but notice his morning wood protruding from his gym shorts. He moved slightly away from Eden, not wanting to jab her with it accidentally. Another soft giggle emerged from Eden with his movement.
Her body was bathed in the soft glow of the morning sunlight that seeped through the partially drawn curtains. Her white shirt had ridden up her smooth legs to reveal her upper thighs. The blankets must have been kicked off during their sleep. Her long, chestnut locks cascaded across the pillow, framing her face in a soft, tousled halo.
He looked up at her face. She looked serene, and her forehead was completely relaxed. She was breathing gently, her lips slightly parted. Her long, dark lashes rested gently against her cheeks, casting delicate shadows with every flutter of her sleeping eyelids. Her nose was slender, gently tapering down to a pair of full lips that were tugged into a soft smile. He didn't think he had ever seen such a beautiful sight.
He rubbed his thumb lightly over her full lips without thinking. The skin was so soft on the pad of his thumb. He could feel the tiny, dewy breaths from her mouth; a shudder ran through him at the feeling. The motion had caused Eden to pull him closer, pulling herself towards him and clasping their bodies together. Her center grinding deliciously on his erection, he couldn't help but let out a groan. The warmth of her center was radiating enticingly through his shorts. He squeezed his eyes tightly.
"God, Ronan," she mumbled in her sleep, continuing to grind her center on his dick. His eyes popped open, Jesus . Was she dreaming about him? The thought that she was fantasizing about him made his dick impossibly harder. If she kept this up, he was going to come in his pants like he was 13 years old. The gentlemanly thing to do was to wake her up, but the indecent part of him was thoroughly enjoying it.
A horrifying mechanical laugh rang out in the motel room, clearly making his decision for him. He swiftly raised his head, eyes darting around the room for the eerie sound. On a bedside table, he spotted a clown-shaped phone with a flickering light in place of its nose.
Ronan carefully extricated himself from Eden's embrace and gingerly reached for the clown-shaped phone. He held the clown's body, cradling the speaker that was embedded in its front. He prayed that the phone wasn't cursed with some sinister clown voodoo.
"Hello? Am I in the pits of hell?" he answered groggily, his voice still thick with sleep.
"No, sir. This is your 8 AM wake-up call," a pleasant voice chirped over the phone line.
"Of course it is, thank you," Ronan replied, then placed the clown back on its receiver. He glanced at Eden, who was lightly rubbing her eyes with her fingers.
"Who was that? Pennywise asking if we have any children available for his breakfast?" she mumbled sleepily. God, she looked adorable in the morning. Her eyes squinted from drowsiness, and her hair was messy. He cleared his throat, trying to get his bearings.
"No, Jigsaw is asking if we want to play a game. I told him we would play after breakfast,” he replied, getting out of bed quickly so she couldn't see his obvious erection. He rummaged through his backpack, feigning busyness as he attempted to cool the raging fire coursing through his veins. She had no clue what she did to him. He was ready to rip off that stupid T-shirt, splay her on the bed, and take his sweet time discovering that hot body—inch by inch.
He took a deep breath, feeling his resolve to stay away from Eden slipping more with each passing second. After finding out she wasn’t dating Quentin yesterday, he’d nearly lost it. He had been so close to kissing her in her driveway. It took all his willpower to stop himself from devouring her, from claiming those tempting lips for himself.
The only thing stopping him was the desperate need to hold on to some shred of professionalism. After all, she was technically his colleague. Her comment from yesterday, "Anything for my favorite coworker," echoed in his mind, momentarily numbing the fiery desire that surged through his veins. She saw him as a coworker, and the word left an uneasy churn in his stomach, making him feel nauseated.
Then again, this morning, she had ground herself against him, but she had been asleep, and it was the unconscious Eden who sought him out. He wasn't quite sure how to process that. A warm hand touched his shoulder, and his entire body tensed at the unexpected contact.
"You have been staring at that T-shirt for a solid three minutes," Eden said softly. He looked down at the T-shirt he was holding, realizing he had paused his packing while lost in thought.
"Just thinking that my 'Clown Paradise' T-shirt is about to replace this one as my new favorite," he replied with a touch of humor, neatly folding the shirt and placing it into his backpack.
"Whatever you say, Ro,” Eden eyed him suspiciously as she headed to the bathroom. He eyed her long, smooth legs from her oversized "Clown Paradise" t-shirt. He wasn't lying when he said it was his new favorite shirt.