Page 106 of Play Pretend

“I’m sure.”

His arm fully circled my waist, and he easily dragged me across the bed, nestling my back against his front. My shirt rode up my body, exposing my bottom half, and I gasped as he shifted his hips forward—he was hard against me, his cock settling perfectly against my ass. I tried to even my breathing, but it was hard when his fingers toyed with the hem of the oversized shirt. All I had on underneath was my panties—pantieshe’dpicked out.

“Tell me you want this,” he murmured, his breath ghosting along the back of my neck.

“I want this,” I said it instantly, without any hesitation. “I wantyou.”

His fingers dipped lower, playing with the elastic band of my panties. “If we do this…” My hips shifted back, grinding against him. A groan rumbled through his chest, deep and throaty, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head at the sound.

His other arm slid underneath me, and he pulled my back flush against his chest. I was completely helpless, tangled in his arms. Slowly, he brought his lips to my neck, and a shudder worked through my body. He kissed and sucked on my tender skin before he moved to my ear.

“You’ll take only what I give you.” He nipped at my earlobe with his teeth, his voice a low rumble. “Don’t be a greedy girl and demand more.”

He dipped his fingers below the waistband of my panties and teased the smooth, sensitive skin there. His other hand moved to my breast over the shirt and gently cupped it. My breathing was ragged, nearly a rasp as he found my hard nipple through the fabric andpinched.

“If we do this,” he repeated, “it will change things for me. I can’t go back to pretending after this. You’ll be mine in every sense of the word.”

His words echoed ones I’d thought days ago. If we slept together, it had to mean something. It had to bereal.

“That scares me,” I admitted, my voice nothing but a breath. Even though this was all I wanted, it was true. Itdidscare me. It terrified me.

“It scares me too,” he murmured.

I squeezed his arm as I let out a long breath. My eyelids fluttered shut, and I let myself sink into this moment fully. I couldn’t live in my head for this. But, after being alone for so long,it was terrifying putting this much trust in someone.

“Please don’t break my heart, Ronan.”

He froze. Seconds passed, and I held my breath as I waited for his response. Was he going to pull away? Was he going to put a wall between us? Did he change his mind?

But then he leaned forward and pressed his lips to the back of my neck. The kiss lingered for a long moment, like he was pouring everything he couldn’t say into it, into me.

“Never, baby,” he whispered. “I’ll never break your heart.”

“Okay,” I breathed, though it felt lackluster. “This is important to me—it means something. I want this to be real, too.”

“Good.” His fingers slid lower, teasing me. I wrapped my hand in the sheets as I focused on my breathing. It was the first time in years that a man was touching me like this, and I felt like a virgin again—awkward and clumsy, excited and nervous. “Put your leg over mine, and let me touch you.”

His words were low and guttural, a near-growl, and I obeyed, lifting my leg and sliding it over his. I felt spread obscenely wide, exposed in a way I hadn’t felt in alongtime—maybe I’d never felt like this.

Slowly, his fingers inched lower. My heart raced, and spots entered my vision as I held my breath. Anticipation pricked along my skin, sending zaps of electricity through me.

Touch me, I silently pleaded.

His fingers danced along my body, stroking and teasing, slipping lower before retreating. I let my eyelids flutter shut. My breathing turned ragged, too harsh in the silent room.

Over and over, I begged.Touch me. Touch me. Please, touch me.

And then he finally did.

Thick, calloused fingers slid over my swollen clit, and I gasped. I gripped his wrist—I wanted him to touch me more, I wanted him to stop. It was so much. Almosttoomuch. But somehow, impossibly, not enough.

“Does that feel good, baby?” he murmured, dragging his finger in a slow, lazy circle. I couldn’t speak—I could barely breathe. But I dipped my chin in a shaky nod as he squeezed my clit between his index and middle fingers.

My body jolted at the sensation, but his arms were an unforgiving vice holding me to him. His lips pressed against my neck before he sank his teeth into the flesh above my pulse.

“Ronan,” I gasped, my head falling back. He chuckled, and the sound vibrated through me.

“I know, sweetheart.” Slowly, he slid lower until he pressed a finger against my core. “How many do you think you can take?” No words came out as he circled my entrance. “I saw you take three last night. Think you can take three of mine? I need to get you nice and stretched out before I give you my cock.”

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