Page 8 of Dearest Ronan

In his rough timbre that sends shivers down my arms, he finishes with, “Give me the truth, butterfly.”

“B-butterfly?” All my bravery has left.

Ignoring my question, he looks at me expectantly. I can’t help but wriggle against his knee. We’re incredibly close—closeenough that I could count the individual lashes that rest on his upper cheek.

“Answer,” he snaps. I’ve seen this side of Ronan before. Only, it usually revolves around sex.

I still remember stumbling on him and Carolyn moaning at night. Possession, passion, and brutal obsession. Though I crushed hard on Ronan at first sight, it was learning about his sexual preferences that intrigued me the most. It’s why I’m not cowering against the wall right now. His passion turns me on. It means he wants me, too.

He knows my answer. He just wants me to say it. So, I will. After all, it’s what I want, right? Ronan’s single now, and I’m an adult.

Defiantly, I lift my chin. “Because I heard you pleasuring yourself and wanted a peek.”

He blanches, clearly not expecting me to actually blurt my truth. A thousand expressions flash through his features, all much too quick for me to gauge. At least, all except for the last one: revulsion. “No.”

No? I’ve already snuck a peak. I can’t expunge the images from my memory. It’s too late for that.

“R-Ronan.” I shift on my feet, with only presses his knee further between my legs. “Don’t be ridiculous.” Unfortunately, because he’s so very close, and I’m so very desperate, my fingertips develop a mind of their own. In one swift motion, I’m gripping onto his smooth hips, digging like if I just press hard enough, he’ll understand everything.

He glimpses down at my touch, before just as quickly returning my gaze. “I didn’t give you my address so you can come burst in here and take care of my needs.” My neck burns at his cool inflexion overneeds.

“Of course you didn’t!” I rush, but his naked skin distracts me. I can only press harder.

“We have a thing going, don’t we? We text now and then, but that’s it.”

It’s like a punch in the gut. He doesn’t realize that keeping him at arm’s length was my way of separating our boundaries. Meanwhile, he thought I avoided him on purpose.

I suppose it would be a very odd thing for a former ward to avoid you for a few years, only to show up during your divorce and peep on you while you masturbate like a pervert.

He smirks. “Unless you’re asking for more.” I squirm against his knee. It’s like he can read my mind. “Are you?”

I mean, I wouldn’t mind helping him heal. My life completely changed on its head when my parents passed away, and Ronan helped me then. He took me in and treated me with respect and kindness. Now, I can return the favor.

Well, I can return the favor as only adults can. The only thing stopping me is the need to be brave.

I’ve been hiding my feelings for Ronan foryears.Can I admit the forbidden?

For him, I can.

Taking a deep breath, I mutter, “Yes.” His eyes darken at my admission before he licks his bottom lip. Reading him, I know he wants me too, but doesn’t believe how serious I am.

To be braver, I speak a little louder. “I want to take care of your needs, and I want you to take care of mine.”

Calling me out, he says, “And how would you do that, butterfly?”

He’s teasing me, even daring me to speak about the feelings that are stuck inside my belly. Briefly, I glance down between our legs. His dick twitches at my gaze; it’s begging for attention. I try to focus on anything else, but it’s memorizing, and I easily bring my eyes back to the engorged pink head. A small bead of pre-cum oozes from his slit.

Forcing bravery I don’t necessarily feel, I say, “Once we’re both naked, I-I’d—“

“I’m already naked,” he interrupts.

My cheeks burn with heat. “You are,” I mutter, as if I’ve forgotten about his thick length brushing against my clothed thighs, or the twisting need coating my insides.

His predatory gaze intensifies as he sweeps over my body from head to toe. “You’re not.”

“But I won’t be. Clothed, I mean.” Without thought, my fingers on his hips make soft circles. “While you lay on the bed, I’ll shimmy out of my pants, panties, and shirt until we’re both bare. Then I’ll hover over your gigantic cock and lick it.”

“Like a lollypop?”

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