Page 25 of Dearest Ronan

Heated attention consuming me, I don’t notice the looming windowsill behind me. In a sudden collision, the backs of my thighs catch on the edge, sending pressure against my skin. I’m more surprised than hurt. The cold, unyielding glass presses against my back.

“Yes, but—” He grips my nape, tugging me against his chest. There’s no way he doesn’t feel the palpitations thumping between us.

“No buts, baby.” I can’t take it a second longer. I’d pay to live wrapped in his arms with his gravelly voice whispering in my ear.

Standing on my toes, I nose the side of his jaw. An aroused hum escapes me, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

We don’t need to communicate. His eyes tell me everything, as does mine.

Totally and completely entranced, I sit on the ledge, ass half hanging off. I bask in Dearest Ronan’s attention. When he stares at me, it's so incredibly intense that all the pressure building inside of me bubbles to the top of my head.

When we touch, I explode.

Carefully, he wedges himself between my thighs until my legs are so widespread I’m embarrassed how potent my arousal is. “Ronan, please.” I’m a needy, wanton thing and it’s torture.

“Shh, baby,” he mutters. After several seconds he places his entire palm on my upper thigh, just below my knee, before pressing up so my leg is against my stomach. It’s a balance to not fall off, but he’s holding himself against me so I don’t tumble.

I wish he’d do that all the time. Not letting me tumble.

I’m so in my head that I don’t notice his hand creep up the inside of my leg until he’s long slender fingers are stretching and nudging straight into my lower lips. Once my mind connects, static electricity shoots from his touch.

He slows before stopping his movements completely. When he stops, I can’t help but let my heartsick words flutter out. “Please! More.”

He tsks, inching his finger back and forth only a few centimeters. Embarrassingly, my juices squelch. “My little butterfly’s so desperate for me.” I can’t answer but only hum deep in my throat.

Ever so slowly, he inches his finger deeper. “Please, please,” I chant, head tilting backwards.

Appearing pleased, Ronan smirks before finally,fucking f—i—nally,plunging his finger up to his second knuckle. While using the heel of his hand to rub against my clit, he bends to lightly nip and bite at my neck.

Needing to be closer to him, I find myself wrapping my arms around his back and holding him close. Even through our clothes our warmth exchanges.

We’re so close to becoming more. It’s sappy, but I fully believe with every bit of my too-sensitive-heart, that I, Anika Grimes, was born intertwined with Ronan Steele’s soul.

“I need you,” I whimper.

“I know, baby,” he says, still kissing my neck while his palm continues to circle my clit. “But we’ve gotta make you cum so you’re well prepped for my cock.” In the sexiest, most masculine voice he ends with, “Don’t we, baby?”

“Oh, god, yes.” My hips move involuntarily, thrusting into his fingers. I’m so close that my stomach burns. Maybe from my pending orgasm, or maybe from my overwhelming feelings for the man attached to my heart.

Either way, it’s burning, and I can’t stop moving, and what I’m experiencing for Ronan Steele is almost too much. I’m afraid I can’t live without him.

Every piece of him.

When we started this relationship, I was content with taking what I could get, but slowly my demands increased, and now I want it all.

“Anika,” he sternly chastises. “Scream my name, baby.” Veins along his forearm bulge as the combination of our movements push me over the edge.

“Ronan!” I gush all over him. Rather than fall right away, I hang before falling. My stomach clenches as the orgasm plows through every cell in my body.

The surrounding air holds a question, but I’m sure it’s just me, so I push it aside.

“That’s my girl.” Now Ireallywant to preen for him. He wants me, too. Just as badly. After all, if we’re soulmates, he’d be as desperate for me as I am for him.

Ignoring my soaked thighs, I move my hands from my back to his arms, unintentionally clawing him in the process. “Please, please, please. I can’t wait anymore. Don’t make me.” Like a cat in heat, I push my breasts against his chest and slink myself all over him. “Now, Ronan.”

He slips his arms under the back of my knees and growls. Thankfully, we’re only a few steps away from the bed. I can’t stop moving, even in his arms. Lust and love and an overwhelming feeling overtake my limbs like a possessed, single-minded lover.

Once we reach the sweet heaven of our cotton sheets and clean blankets, he plops me in the middle and slowly crawls over me like a predator. It’s sexy as hell. I swear, I’m seconds from orgasming again from the sight of his brawny forearms and thick thighs alone. “Want me, baby?”

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