“Will you take off your glasses?”
He does. His eyes are soft and intense, soaking up every detail that comprises the woman on top of him. He knows me already, but it’s time for me to learn him. So I touch his face, mapping out every arc and bow. The fire that forged him was monstrous and cruel, but I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life. When I tell him so, he frowns.
“I’m a man,” is his reply.
I slide my hand down between us and grip his cock.
“I know.”
I tug on his shaft twice to provoke him. My exploration is over, and the time for talking is done. Ronan is already a step ahead of me when he grabs me by the hips and flips me over. He settles between my legs so that he’s in the dominant position, exactly where he belongs. He presses my stomach into the bed and arches my hips as he slides up into me.
I’m full, content, and greedy at the same time. Clinging to his arms and breathing him in. He connects with me in a way that nobody else ever has. My body was dormant, and he brought me to life again. We’re a symphony of madness. Dark thirsts and wild obsession. My love for him burns hotter than the sun. It’s sappy. It’s fucked up. And more than anything, it’s real.
I wrap my legs around him and tug his face down to mine. Ronan wrecks me with a kiss. And then his lips are on my throat, indulging in the taste of my skin. He couldn’t know how close I am already when he reaches down between us and touches my clit.
It sets me off like a bottle rocket, and he’s right behind me. He comes inside of me again. And in one aspect it’s a relief that I don’t have to worry about it anymore. Instead, I’m wondering what he’s going to do when he collapses beside me. Because this is usually the scene where he bolts. Only now, I’m in his house. His bed.
He looks over at me with lazy eyes and pulls me against him, kissing me on the forehead. I relax into him and draw circles on his chest and my own eyes grow heavy too.
“Don’t go anywhere,” I murmur against him as I fall to sleep. “Just stay with me.”
And he does.
Chapter Thirty-One
Sasha
When I wake up again, at first I think that Ronan is gone. But then I look up to find him propped against the headboard, reading.
At some point he must have gotten dressed, only he’s wearing a tee shirt and a pair of sweat pants. His hair is still mussed from where I massaged him, and he’s never looked sexier.
He feels me watching him, and his eyes move to mine. They are unguarded and at peace, and it makes me relax too. I worried that after what we shared tonight, he might try to shut me out again. But so far, he seems perfectly content to have me here with him.
Then he gives me one of those small smiles of his. And everything inside of me just melts. Ignoring the book in his hand, I crawl into his lap and kiss him like crazy.
But before we can get too carried away, I pull away and grin back at him like an idiot.
“I’ll be right back,” I tell him.
He watches me as I walk over to his dresser and raid his drawers for a tee shirt before trotting out the bedroom door. I go to the kitchen and grab the pint of Ben and Jerry’s I made Conor buy along with two spoons and head back to the bedroom.
When I sit down on the bed next to Ronan again and he’s looking at me like I’m crazy, so I feel the need to explain.
“I didn’t get to finish my dinner.” I wiggle the container in his direction. “Ever had it?”
He checks the label and shakes his head.
“Oh God, you’ve got to try it,” I insist.
I grab a heaping spoonful for him and try to hand it to him, but he hesitates.
“Do you want to smell it first?” I ask. “I think you’ll like it. Brownies and cookie dough. The best of both worlds.”
“But there’s sugar in it,” he says.
“So?”
“So, sugar is…” his words drift off, and he frowns again.
I’m sensing another hang-up here that has something to do with his childhood.
“Will you try it for me?” I ask.
His eyes move from the ice cream to me, and then he nods. And I learn something new about Ronan. I think that if I phrase just about anything that way, he will probably say yes.
I move the spoon to his mouth and he takes a bite. After a moment, his features morph from curious to something else.
“Good?”
“Aye.” He nods. “Very good.”
He takes the spoon and dips it back into the container, gathering some more. And he looks very much like a child who’s just had their first taste of ice cream.
I feel protective of him, in this moment. And I never want to let anything hurt him again. I know Ronan can handle himself. He can handle anything this life would ever throw at him because he’s already been through hell and back. But watching him experience things for the first time, such simple things, at his age… makes me realize he also needs someone to experience them with.