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Eden's breaths came out as pants, and she could feel an embarrassing amount of wetness pooling between her legs. His fingers hovered torturously close to the edge of her lace panties, passing over the hem.

"I am going to touch you now," Ronan's voice grated in her ear, vibrating with restraint.

"Yes, yes, please," she begged; she was so aroused she didn't care how pathetic she sounded. The anticipation nearly killed her, and her pulse was bound wildly in her neck. A feather-light touch of his knuckles brushed across the front of the lace panties, her center throbbing at the touch. His fingers slipped under the edge of her underwear, gently skimming her throbbing clit.

"Jesus, you're soaked." Ronan's low, guttural groan vibrated sensuously into her ear. "I need a taste of that needy pussy," he murmured. The intensity of his words sent a thrilling jolt through her, and her knees threatened to buckle.

His hand disappeared from her underwear, and she made a small cry at the loss of contact. He released his hold on the back of her, and her head fell forward from the loss of his grasp. She felt the commanding pull of two large hands circling her waist, pulling her upwards towards his unyielding frame. His powerful arms quickly lifted her, placing her ass firmly on the edge of her amplifier.

"Pull up that skirt like a good girl," Ronan spoke, his voice a low, gruff murmur as he looked up at her. He was on his heels, his gaze intense and hungry, like a predator ready to pounce. His pupils were blown wide, consumed by desire. Those mesmerizing green eyes bore into her, seemingly seeing straight through to her soul. Eden's breath came in rapid, erratic pants, her chest rising and falling with the mounting tension in the air. Eden swallowed quickly and slowly lifted the front of the skirt and bunched it above her thighs.

"Good girl," Ronan's voice rumbled as he seized her right ankle, his fingers firm on her skin. Lowering his head, his warm breath sent shivers through her as he placed a kiss on her inner thigh. The gentle press of his lips ignited a smoldering fire up her leg into her core. The hair on the back of her neck stood up in suspense.

Once he reached the apex of her thigh, he gently grazed the sensitive flesh with his white teeth, sinking in ever so lightly as he held eye contact with her. She moaned and squirmed slightly, trying to rub her thighs together to relieve the mounting pressure building between them.

He placed his hands on the tops of her thighs as they trembled slightly with need. Steadily, he parted her thighs further apart as he moved closer to her center. "Beautiful," he whispered, his warm breath spreading over her thighs and her overstimulated center, sending shivers down her spine.

His head dipped, applying slight pressure to the middle of her opening over the fabric of her underwear. She gasped at the sensation, arching her back in response as her hands gripped the sides of the amplifier, her nails scratching the hard plastic. The vibration of the guitar chords still emanating from the amp sent shock waves directly into her core, making her toes curl. Then his tongue pressed against the lace fabric, his warm breath pushing through. The sensation was so intoxicatingly overwhelming that she felt like she might lose consciousness.

"Oh god," she whimpered, her hips bucking against his tongue, the pleasure overwhelming her senses. She was strung so tight that she felt like she could unravel at any second. His fingers abruptly pushed her underwear to the side, the pull of the lace fabric against her swollen clit sending a jolt of sensation through her body. A gasp escaped her lips at the assertive movement, her center clenching at the sudden feeling of the cool air against her heated flesh.

A few seconds passed, her chest heaving with rapid breaths and her fingers digging into the hard plastic under her. His tongue ran agonizingly slow over her clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. She let out a reverberant moan, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy. Ronan let out a deep groan against her as he murmured, "God, you taste like heaven."

He firmly gripped her left leg, hoisting it up onto his shoulder, his large hand trailing down the side of her thigh. As his touch inched closer to the edge of her underwear, he seized the delicate fabric and roughly pulled it off her body, dragging it forcefully down her legs. Another gasp escaped her parted lips as the fabric brushed against her skin, the sensation sending a tremor through her body.

His tongue ran over her clit again as he gradually slid two fingers into her, his movements deliberate. Eden arched her back, grinding herself into him, lost in the pleasure he was giving her. His fingers curled inside of her deliciously, hitting her sweet spot relentlessly. She let go of the plastic under her and grabbed his thick hair, using him as an anchor as she unabashedly rode his face, surrendering to him.

His tempo increased, driving her closer to the edge. Her legs began to shake, and her knees threatened to close from the overwhelming sensation building. With a firm grip, he pinned her legs apart, and she felt the wave approaching. Her body bucked against his face and fingers in a desperate attempt to find release.

Her hands tightened in his hair, the sensation building until she saw stars behind her eyelids. Then, it hit her like a tidal wave. Her entire body spasmed and arched off the amp beneath her, her head falling backward as a loud cry escaped her lips. Even as her climax washed over her, her center continued to grind into his fingers and face, heat encompassing her body as she gradually relaxed back onto the plastic beneath her.

As the intensity of her release ebbed away, she felt a faint kiss on the apex of her thigh, the same spot he had bit earlier. It was such an intimate and loving touch that her heart stuttered.

She continued to pant, her chest rising and falling with the rhythm of her breath. Her gaze drifted downward, meeting Ronan's as he reclined on his heels. His lips curved into a satiated smile. His voice was a low, velvety murmur that sent a shiver down her spine as he said, "You taste as good as you look."

36

Eden

The following days were boringly career-focused. Ronan got an email from BNN asking for more footage for their production team. After a bit of back-and-forth with his boss, Ronan managed to negotiate a deal where he could send them an hour-long edited version of the documentary footage, instead of the uncut raw footage. With his editing experience, Ronan insisted on handling it himself. BNN agreed, but only if they could review his cut before making any decisions. They gave him five days to submit it, so Ronan pretty much locked himself in his guest room to get it done.

Even with all the editing, Ronan still made Eden breakfast every morning. Over breakfast, he'd fill her in on how the edit was going, showing her clips from the documentary. It was weird for Eden to watch herself on screen, but she felt good about how the project was coming together—it felt real.

Without Ronan around, Eden found herself feeling aimless. She’d catch herself looking over at the empty spot on the couch where he usually sat. The one bright side to his absence was that it gave her time to really dive into writing song lyrics.

She had a pretty solid idea for most of the songs on the album—chord progressions, melodies, and lyrics to go with them. The writer's block that had been holding her back was finally gone, and all it had taken was accepting her feelings for Ronan. Every time she thought about that kiss they shared, her stomach would erupt with a swarm of butterflies. Then her mind would wander to that moment when his head had been between her thighs, and those butterflies would take flight, heading straight south. She knew that image was going to live rent-free in her mind for a long time.

She felt giddy whenever she thought about him. Even the smallest things, like running into him in the kitchen, made her stomach do backflips. Even though they hadn’t spent much time together lately, he always found ways to make her feel special.

He’d leave little notes around the house for her to find. Today’s note was stuck to the microwave: “You make me happy by just being a thought in my head.” It made her heart skip. The little things he did meant the world to her, especially since she’d spent most of her life trying to make people care. Having someone like Ronan, who showed his affection so easily, was new territory— and sent warm twinges to her heart.

She sat cross-legged on the plush carpet of Quentin’s guest room, fingers strumming the chords of her guitar in a disjointed melody. The room was filled with the soft hum of her amplifier, and she was lost in her music, trying to piece together the fragments of a new song. Suddenly, the door burst open with a force that sent a gust of air rushing through the room.

Ronan stood there; his eyes were wild and unfocused, and his usually calm demeanor was nowhere to be found. His nostrils flared as he breathed heavily, and his hands shook visibly at his sides.

Heart pounding, she immediately dropped the guitar from her lap, the instrument hitting the carpet with a muted thud. She scrambled to her feet and ran towards him.

"What's wrong?" she asked as she approached him. His distress was palpable; he seemed on the verge of a panic attack.

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