Page 63 of Thanks for Coming Along

"BNN wants me to go to promote the documentary. They loved my edit, by the way," he added, accompanied by a small, pleased smile. The fact that they had approved his edit filled her with a sense of validation and satisfaction. She wasn't surprised, though. Deep down, she knew that if anyone could make a documentary about her, it would be Ronan. He had the ability to understand her better than she understood herself at times.

"Of course they did. I knew they would." Eden bounced on her toes and gave him a tight hug, unable to stop the excitement coursing through her veins.

"You haven't even watched it,” he said with a huff of a laugh. She pulled away, her arms still circling his shoulders, and looked into his eyes.

"But I know you, and you're amazing," Eden said, her smile directed warmly at him. "You filmed it, so you know all the best bits to show."

"Well, not the best bits. I think those were reserved for my eyes only," he said, his gaze trailing down her body, lingering on her exposed legs in the white stretchy mini-dress. That look he gave her transported her mind back to the memory of his face between her legs, his fingers inside her. The memory sent a spike of a different kind of excitement through her body, and she ached for his hands on her again. Despite the looming project deadline, their brief time apart had made one thing painfully clear: she needed him.Badly. She had wanted him for weeks, and waiting any longer was unbearable.

"You haven't seen everything yet," Eden murmured, her gaze locked with his. Her hands traced a slow path from his shoulders down to his chest, her fingertips gliding over the contours of his muscular form. She gazed deeply into his eyes and asked, "Do you want to see everything?"

Ronan was silent for a few seconds, his breathing hitching slightly at her question. "Yes, I want to see everything. I want you so fucking bad. It's slowly killing me," he rasped. His voice was rough, the words scraping out of his throat. His hands tightened on the fabric of her dress, his fingers trembling as they held onto her hips.

She pushed him toward the couch, and as the back of his legs hit the cushions, he sat down, entranced by her movements. She moistened her bottom lip with the tip of her tongue and reached up to the cap sleeve of her dress. Ronan's eyes darkened as he watched her fingers play with the edge of the sleeves.

Slowly, she pulled the dress's sleeves down her shoulders, hesitating for a few beats. Then, she tugged the fabric down over her bare breasts, causing them to jolt from the motion. Beneath her pert breasts was a fine line tattoo of a flowering tree branch, delicate and intricate. The tattoo extended from the gentle curve of her breastbone, downward toward her flat abdomen. She watched as his eyes followed the movement with rapt attentiveness, his breathing growing heavier with each passing second.

"Fuck," he groaned, his voice an octave lower. His hands raked down his thighs, and she could see his bulge clearly straining against the zipper of his jeans. "Don't forget to show me the back, baby."

"Wouldn't dream of it," she whispered, turning her body so he could see the back of her. She pulled the dress down painfully slow over her ass, leaving her in only a white lace thong. The cool air pricked her skin, sending a shiver up her spine. She let the dress pool around her ankles before slowly turning the front of her body towards him. The way his eyes roamed her body, filled with raw desire, sent a thrill through her, making her feel both powerful and vulnerable.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he rasped, his eyes captivated by her every movement. His hungry gaze traced the contours of her body with an almost insatiable desire. "Come here, let me touch you," he urged, his voice tinged with deep frustration. "Let me feel you." His voice was low and rough, a testament to the restraint coursing through him.

"Say please," she teased, flashing a sly smile as she played with the side of her lace thong. Ronan's eyes, filled with desire, locked onto hers.

"You look like an angel, but you're the devil in disguise. Please, baby," he pleaded, his voice laced with need. His fingers tugged slightly at his hair. She walked over to him slowly and straddled his legs. She settled gently on his thighs, their bodies now tantalizingly close.

"Is this what you want?" Her voice was a sultry whisper as she sensually slid down his legs, moving ever closer to his lap. She rubbed the peaks of her aroused nipples over the fabric of his shirt, sending shivers of anticipation down her spine. His hands roamed down her smooth, bare back, his fingers dancing through the silky strands of her hair, causing a tremor to ripple through her body.

"Yes," he breathed, his eyes dark with desire. "It's exactly what I want." His hands tightened on her hips, pulling her closer. "I need you, Eden. Now," his voice rumbled like distant thunder against the delicate skin of her shoulder.

His lips found the spot between her neck and shoulder, leaving a lingering kiss. She eagerly reached for the back of the couch cushion, inching herself closer until her aching center met the hardness straining beneath his jeans. He let out a groan at the contact, and that sound that unleashed something in her and her mouth met him in a forceful collision.

A soft moan escaped her lips as their mouths melded together, his skillful tongue slipping into her mouth. Her hips began to sway and grind against the firmness in his jeans, and she reveled in the delicious friction that the rough fabric created against her thin panties. His hands ventured lower, gripping her ass, pulling her impossibly close, and rubbing his erection against her core.

He reluctantly withdrew his mouth from hers. His lips trailed down her neck, grazing his teeth over her pulse point before sucking on the sensitive skin. She writhed against his hips at the sensation, her body responding instinctively to his touch.

"I am going to taste every inch of you," he whispered huskily against her flushed skin. Her fingers dug into his broad shoulders, feeling the strength beneath his smooth skin. His lips and teeth traced a tortuous path to her right nipple, each delicate touch sending waves of pleasure through her. She arched her back and a low, sensual moan escaped her lips as he lavished attention on her sensitive bud.

His hands roamed freely over her body, exploring every curve and contour as if he were trying to memorize every inch of her. She felt his fingers tracing the line of her spine, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

"God, Ronan," she murmured, her voice a breathless whisper as he shifted slightly, focusing his attention on her other breast. His tongue flicked over her nipple before sucking it gently, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. His hand moved to touch her breast, his fingers teasing the stiff peak as he explored her curves.

His eyes, filled with desire, traced the lines of the tattoo on her sternum, his gaze lingering on the intricate design.

"This is beautiful," he murmured, his warm lips pressing a soft kiss on one of the flower's intricate centers. "Almost as beautiful as you." His tongue followed the lines of her tattoo, tracing the delicate petals of the flower and the branch that curved between her breasts.

As his hand slipped down the front of her panties, Eden's hips shifted, seeking more pressure from his touch. Ronan teased her, moving his hand back slightly, and she let out a whine of frustration. He was torturing her, and the mischievous grin on his face told her he was enjoying every moment of it.Prick.

"Is this what you dream about, Devil?" he asked, a smug smirk playing on his lips as his pupils dilated with desire. "I heard about your little sex dream about me at the motel. You were rubbing against me in your sleep."

Shock surged through her; she vividly remembered the dream from that night, but she had no idea her subconscious desires had been so evident.

"How did you know the dream was about you?" Eden's voice was a sultry murmur as she playfully nibbled his earlobe, teasing him. Like it could be anyone else, it was a laughable thought. Like anyone else had this type of control over her.

"You saidmyname, Eden," Her stomach dipped at the rough possessive note in his voice. That was humiliating. Her face felt engulfed with flames. His thumb brushed gently over her flushed cheek, and her eyelids fluttered in response to the intimate touch.

His voice, husky with desire, confessed, "I can guarantee I fantasize about being with you a lot more." Doubtful, she thought about being with him so much that it could be her full-time job, forget her music career.

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