Page 27 of Kiss Me, Mr. Bridge

I go to say something but stop when he stares at my lips.

Is he going to kiss me? My body screams yes while my mind wages war. We agreed not to kiss. No intimacy beyond sex. But god, I want his mouth on mine.

“I’m going to undress you,” he tells me. “Stand up.”

“Here?”

He smiles. “Here.”

The moment I stand, his finger pops the top button on my jeans, then another, and another. My heart beats faster with each one. Is tonight the night that he fucks me with that monster dick I know he has?

He walks me backward until my back touches a cold window. He stops and slides his fingertip over my shoulder, across my collarbone, down between my breasts.

My breath hitches when his eyes lock onto mine again.

And then he spins me around.

“I want to fuck you while you are staring at your childhood home.”

“Ronan.”

“And I want you to call me sir.”

“Sir—” I let the word linger on my tongue as he drags my jeans and panties off my legs. “Lift.”

I obey, raising my leg as he shimmies off my jeans. His hand slides up my bare legs, over my hips before he holds the hem of my top, lifting it high. I raise my arms.

My top flutters to the floor as he presses his bare chest against my back and rests his hands on my tits.

“I’ve dreamed about fucking you.” His tone is low and gravelly, his warm breath ghosts over the side of my neck.

My pussy clenches around nothing, and I know I want it, too. “Then please fuck me, sir.”

His hand roams down until it reaches between my thighs. His thumb grazes my clit. I clench around nothing, feeling empty and wanting him.

I push against his body, biting a moan into my lower lip.

“The first time wasn’t in Florida. It was when you were the maid of honor for your sister.”

My heart races.

I moan. So close to coming from Ronan stroking my clit and letting me know just how much he wants me.

“Can I tell you something?” My voice sounds needy and raspy. It even sounds foreign to me.

He slides his finger through my slick heat, teasing me apart. He slides it again and says, “Yes.”

And then he hooks his finger inside my pussy.

I gasp.

“Tell me, Lucia.” He adds another finger, pressing deeper inside of me. “You’re so wet and needy. Is that what you want to tell me?”

My pussy flutters around his fingers, and I breathe through the urge to come. Stopping myself. I want his enormous cock this time.

“I’ve dreamed of you, too. Of your body inside mine, on top of mine, holding me down, restraining me like you want to and making me come for you.”

“Fuck!” he grunts.

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