Page 39 of Tasting Sin

“You’ve said that before.” I shrugged, and when I winked, Ronan’s eyes darkened. I pointed to the pizza that sat untouched on his plate before I went in for a third bite. “Aren’t you going to eat?”

Ronan picked up his pizza and took a bite, his eyes never leaving mine while he did. I gulped, focusing to make sure I didn’t choke on a piece of sausage or a rogue bell pepper. “I was having more fun watching you be impatient.”

“I wasn’t impatient,” I said, wiping sauce from the corner of my mouth with the white cloth napkin. I stared at the stain it left behind. Why would they choose white napkins for a restaurant with mostly red sauce? “I was just hungry,” I added with a giggle when Ronan lifted both of his brows in disagreement.

“If you say so.” He waved for the waiter with a single motion of his finger, and when he curled it in an almost come-hither motion, my pussy clenched. The waiter stopped what he was doing, moving instantly toward our table. “Would you like dessert?” Ronan asked when he was almost there.

“No, thank you,” I said, putting my hand over my stomach to signal I was already too full.

“Good,” Ronan said. “We’ll have dessert after the movie instead. Box this up please?” he asked, turning his attention to the waiter. “We have a movie to get to.”

“Where do you want to sit?” Ronan asked when we walked into the dimly lit theater. It was mostly empty. There was only one other couple and a group of three sitting toward the front.

I scanned the auditorium and shrugged. “Wherever you want me.”

“You can’t say that,” he said, leaning down behind me. His voice sounded strained, and for a moment, I thought he may not want to see the movie anymore at all. Instead, he put his hand on my lower back, guiding me up the steps to the end of the row.

We sat in the back row off to the side, like a couple of teenagers who planned to make out during the movie. I chewed at the inside of my lip while I settled in the seat. Was he going to kiss me? I couldn’t help but hope that he would.

I watched him from the corner of my eye. Every time I’d turn my head to look at him, I’d meet his gaze, and I felt my cheeks getting warmer. Could he see me blushing in the theater when the lights dimmed? Nervous butterflies flooded my chest, and I quickly looked away. I didn’t know what was happening in the preview, but I nodded as if I was interested, humming quietly.

“Are you okay?” he asked when the next preview started. I nodded, smiling up at him. “Good.” Ronan lifted the armrest between us, pulling me against his side.

I sank into the smell of vetiver and his warmth. It felt so intimate, like I desperately wanted it and shouldn’t want it at the same time. I could still feel his stare glued to me, even as the previews continued to change from one movie to the next. “What are you looking at?” I asked when I looked up.

“What do you think I’m looking at?” He lifted one brow and smirked, and butterflies in my chest raced to settle between my legs.

I looked back to the screen, trying to pretend like I couldn’t feel his once-over making its way down my body. I fidgeted in the seat, and when he groaned quietly, I knew I wasn’t the only one feeling the buzz of arousal.

When the movie started, Ronan tightened his hold on me. I became instantly more aware of every twitch of his muscles and the rise and fall of his chest when he breathed, and I nestled into his side. Ronan kissed the top of my head, and I buried my face against his chest.

“Can you even see the movie when you do that?” he whispered against my ear.

I shook my head, failing to stifle an airy laugh. “I don’t care about the movie.”

“Is that so?” Ronan asked, hooking his arm around my waist and pulling me into his lap. I gasped, quickly clapping both hands over my mouth to silence myself. He put his hands on my hips, settling me in his lap so I could rest my head on his shoulder.

“You can’t blame me,” I whimpered louder than I intended. I could feel him swell beneath me, and curiosity gathered in my palm. “You make it really hard to focus.” When I reached between my legs for the bulge growing in his jeans, Ronan narrowed his eyes. He felt larger against my hand than I imagined he would.

I missed the start of the movie, paying more attention to each twitch of Ronan’s cock. While the intro credits finished and the title flashed on the screen, I couldn’t look away from his clenched jawline or his almost-black eyes. When the main character was met with their first problem, I was already focused on the way his cock felt against my ass. I started to grind against him.

Ronan groaned. “Sit. Still.”

“Why?” I giggled, picking up my hips and rolling them in rhythmic circles.

“Because I said so.” His voice was low and strained, and his breath against my ear caused a shiver to race down my spine. I stopped moving, laying against him until my heartbeat slowed. But even as my heartbeat steadied, the need growing between my legs got more intense.

When the scene on the screen changed suddenly, earning a gasp from a woman near the front, I jumped. Ronan groaned under me, and when I settled back in his lap, I rolled my stomach, rocking my hips against him more forcefully.

“A little eager, sugar?” he asked when I dropped my head back against his shoulder, reeling at the friction of his jeans and my lace panties against my clit. Ronan lifted his hips slightly, pressing harder against me. My panties soaked up the arousal dripping from my pussy. I was sure it was leaving a wet stain on his jeans.

“I can’t help it,” I said, pausing. “I don’t know what it is.”

The movie screen flashed again, and I looked around us to make sure the other audience members weren’t paying attention to what we were doing. Nobody looked in our direction, and a slight rush of relief flooded me. I circled my hips, enjoying the feel of his impossibly hard erection. I whimpered, growing desperate to feel him inside me.

Ronan reached between my legs, sliding my damp panties to the side. “Shh, shh,” he shushed me when I whimpered. I bit down on my lips, keeping them clamped together and nodding.

He worked to unfasten his jeans, and when he tugged the zipper down, I was sure everyone could hear it, but no heads turned towards us. “Do you think you can be good?” Ronan asked when I reached for his newly-released erection, desperate to feel if it was as large as it felt in his jeans.

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