Page 138 of Edge of Unbroken

“Harder,” I breathe again, holding his gaze even though my eyes threaten to shut with his delicious weight, his exquisite strokes. His eyes flare with need and he obliges, his thrusts harder, faster, deeper still. He sets an unrelenting pace, hitting that perfect spot in my core. My head falls back against the pillow, a new wave of pleasure beginning to crest within me. I try to stay quiet, aware that the only thing that separates us from our group of friends is a window and a wall, but I’m no longer in control of myself. I moan and whimper underneath him, breathing hard, muttering his name as if me saying it somehow makes the fact that he’s here with me more real, more permanent. I was so empty without him.

I find myself eager to meet each of his movements and grab his hips, pushing myself against him each time his body collides with mine. I can see the tension rise in Ronan’s body, sense the pleasure building for him as he drives into me.

“God, how do you feel this good?” he groans. I can tell he’s trying to make it last, attempting to refocus.

“I’m… Ran, I’m gonna come,” I whimper. He moves his lips to mine, kissing me deeply as I come undone beneath his touch, losing all control, all sense of time and space, and my hips buck against Ronan with each wave of pleasure coursing through my hot, sweaty body. He swallows my moans, my sounds, tongue stroking, hips thrusting. He tenses, his muscles wound tight, coiling and I know he’s there as his breath stutters to a momentary halt, his body on the cusp of exploding with pleasure.

“Fuck, baby,” he mutters against my mouth, unable to let it build any longer, and with one last thrust, he loses himself and joins me in nirvana.

Ronan

I wish I’d never have to leave this room, would never have to get out of this bed, ever. Nothing would make me happier than staying right here with Cat until the end of my days. God, I’ve been craving her. Physically, emotionally, in every way possible.

It took no time at all for me to absolutely lose my head, for my rational brain to power down and my instinctive need for her to take over. Holy shit, she’s everything. That perfect, beautiful, soft, tight body of hers. Her sexy voice and her stunning face. I wanted to take things slow, to savor her and our physical reunion, but that resolve went out the window the second I locked the door behind us. I obviously have no willpower when it comes to Cat. I never have.

I was frantic to touch her, feel her, andshit, to smell and taste her. It was a primal, almost animalistic need. I’ve fantasized about going down on her, have had dirty dreams about gliding my tongue over her warm, wet flesh, butfuck, she’s sweeter and more delicious than I could have ever imagined. I would’ve gladly spent hours lapping up every last drop of her.

I must admit, though, that nothing compares to what it feels like to thrust into her, to bury my throbbing cock deep inside her, for my body to meld with hers. Holding her like that, feeling the heat of her body seep into my skin, I finally feel alive again. She’s so perfect underneath me—soft, and hot, and tight—it’s fucking insane. I’m not new to sex by any means, but with Cat, it’s not just the physical act. It’s me wholly and completely giving myself to her. I’m willingly making myself vulnerable to someone for the first time in my life.

I have to constantly refocus, reminding myself to take it slow, take my time, make it last. But when Cat comes hard underneath me, her fingers on my back, lips on my mouth as she moans out her climax, I lose myself to her and fall into all-consuming pleasure. This, right here, is pure, unbridled bliss that wipes out everything around me. It’s just Cat and me. I love this girl more than life itself.

We lie in bed for a long while after I slip out of her, her front pressed to mine while she softly strokes my bare back with her fingers.

I’m not ready to get out of this bed yet, and neither is she, but I’m sure our extended absence won’t go unnoticed by our friends. I’m sure they’re already talking shit out there, especially if they heard us. Cat wasn’t exactly quiet.

I leisurely crawl over Cat’s naked body, hovering over her for a moment to kiss her and feel her breasts pressing against my chest before I finally stand and pull my boxers back on.

She giggles when I reach my hand out for her and pull her up and out of bed so we can both get ready to rejoin our friends on the deck.

We’re dressed in a matter of minutes, and I wait for Cat while she quickly disappears into the bathroom. “Let’s just run away together,” I say, only half joking, and pull her into my arms the second she returns to me.

“Where do you want to go?” she asks sweetly—her arms around my neck, fingers gently grazing my skin—as if she’d actually consider it.

“Anywhere you like. The mountains? The desert? Middle of nowhere? I don’t really care; I just want to be with you and not here.”

“Okay, let’s do it.”

I chuckle. “Great. Your mom will be delighted and not pissed at me at all.”

“She’d have a heart attack for sure,” Cat says, joining in my laughter, “and then I’d remind her that she eloped with my dad right out of high school and got married at nineteen, and that your family has a similar predisposition to getting married young.”

“Huh,” I say, realizing she’s right. “I guess that means I need to start saving up for a ring.”

Her gorgeous hazel eyes get huge. “Don’t even joke like that!”

“Who says I’m joking?”

“Ronan!” she scolds me, making me laugh.

“Hypothetically, if I asked you to marry me one day, would you?” I’m not sure what the hell I’m trying to accomplish here. My heart squeezes uncomfortably at the thought of getting rejected by her.

She considers me, making the most adorable fucking face. “Hypothetically?”

I nod.

“Hypothetically, I think I would. Hypothetically, would you ask me?”

I grin. “Didn’t I just hypothetically ask you?”

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