“I’m not complaining.” He cups my breast, rolling his fingers over my nipple until I whimper. “But can you give me a minute? Just one minute and I’ll be ready.”
I’ll give him as long as he needs. I rather enjoy lying here like this. I enjoy everything about this man and our life.
His hand shifts between my legs, circling my clit slowly, and my eyes practically roll back in my head.
A minute of sweet torture, more like.
“Just one minute,” he grunts thickly right near my ear, sending a wave of goosebumps over my skin.
A minute, ten, an hour, all night—I know that no matter how long I wait, I won’t be disappointed. Ronan knows my body, my needs, my heart and my dreams. I really did wait a lifetime for him.
It was so worth it.
THE END