Page 46 of Stranded

Ronan nods, his smile disappearing as he watches me earnestly. “Tonight is just tonight. We’ll worry about everything else later.”

Worry knots my chest. I’m trying to let his words sink in and reassure me, but it’s hard.

Ronan can see it on my face. He winks up at me like he’s trying to make me relax. “You can go back to batting me away when I make everything you say into a horny joke. I won’t be offended.”

I think he actually means it, too.

I let out a breath, and Ronan chuckles like he can see the relief all over me. His expression softens, and he tilts his face up toward me again, stepping close.

“Good?” he whispers.

My answer is a kiss—a long, deep kiss that feels like it will never end.

I kiss Ronan until his knees buckle. I kiss him until he’s a whimpering puddle against me. I keep on kissing him, until my body is lost in the ache of my need to be on top of him and inside him, giving him all of me.

At last, when we’re both swimming in the overwhelming flood of desire, I walk him right backward down the hall to the bedroom.

Ronan moans when I kick the door closed, and then I push forward against him again, walking him to the edge of the bed.

I shove him onto it, and as he scoots backward, I fall on top of him.

Ronan grunts, grabs the top button of my shirt, and pulls it open. It’s like something snaps between us—the last of our self-restraint.

Now, we only have the excitement, the hunger, the need…

The wanting. All of it. And I can’t contain it anymore.

Ronan unbuttons my shirt as fast as he can. I wrestle his T-shirt off, hauling his arms up and clear. He shoves my jeans down while I fumble with the button on his, and he kicks his underwear off as soon as I get it down to his ankles.

As we tear each other’s clothes off, I press down against him again. I feel like I’m on fire, everywhere our bare skin meets. The angles of his body against mine, the sharp force of his desire and the answering surge of mine… it’s like nothing I’ve ever fucking come close to before.

My underwear is the last thing to come off. It’s a relief to toss it aside, and I turn back to Ronan to grin down at him.

He’s staring down with wide eyes, and my chest swells at the look on his face. Just having him watch me feels good. A strange, breathless pleasure pulsates through me until my dick twitches like it’s standing to attention.

“Whoa,” he breathes out, and I can’t blame him.

I’m not small… and right now, I’m rock-hard. I just hope it’s not too much.

I open my mouth to ask him if he’s okay, but Ronan shoots me a little glance—a teasing warning.

Oh. Right.

What I want is what he wants.

I let go of the instinct to check on him. Hedidsay how much he likes to be stretched, after all…

I’m still feeling pleased and proud—and maybe even a little bit cocky. So I lean into that, instead.

“You like seeing that?” I tell him, raising my chin to look him slowly up and down and drink in the sight. “Is this the dick you were daydreaming about?”

Ronan’s jaw drops. He blushes furiously and squirms under me. He’s hard, too, standing proud against his stomach. “Y-Yes,” he gasps.

His voice rings through me, and suddenly I feel calm.

I have the power to give him everything he needs. If not the knowledge, certainly the enthusiasm and pure, raw desire to make up for it.

Ronan can’t stop himself from looking down at my cock again, and the tip of his tongue peeks out over his lower lip.

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