Page 50 of Wine & Warlocks

His mind must’ve gone straight to clothes as well, or rather the removal of said clothes, because his large, capable hands were already pushing aside the loose collar of her shirt to access the skin at the V of her throat. As he slid his sensuous fingers up to cradle the back of her head, his mouth rained scorching kisses along the column of her neck, and heat pooled between her legs.

Tipping her head slightly, she allowed him better access and sighed her pleasure when he found the sweet spot below her ear. His lips trailed along her jaw to her mouth, and when he kissed her again, there was a desperate urgency in the gesture. One she matched.

Dubheasa’s knees were unsteady as Ronan pulled away to undo the buttons of her blouse. As soon as he parted the material, he sucked in a breath and released it with a low moan. “Jaysus! You’re more beautiful than I remember, Dove.”

Embarrassed by the reverence in his tone, she pressed against him and slid her arms around his neck to draw him close. “Shut the feck up and kiss me again,” she ordered.

His delectable mouth kicked up at the corners. “Sure, and I can do that. But ya need to be knowing I’m driving his car, yeah?”

She released a low growl of frustration.

His responding chuckle sent heat to all the proper places.

“You’ll do as I say, or I’ll be knowing the why of it,” she said.

But he didn’t zero in on her lips, instead choosing to use that magical tongue of his to lick and tease the sensitive skin between her breasts. Ronan made short work of her clothing, and within moments, she was laid bare before him. His hot quicksilver eyes ate her up, and she struggled to draw a breath under his searing gaze.

Her entire body clamored for his touch. And, as if reading her mind—and Goddess, she hoped he would—he teased the tip of her hardened nipple with his nose, lips, and tongue before drawing it into his mouth to suckle.

Jaysus!

The sensations he caused as his tongue swirled and his hands explored caused butterflies in her belly and goosebumps to form on her skin. The man was a master at passionate games, and she was the pawn, ready to do whatever he requested in any way he asked.

Ronan wasted no time lifting her and carrying her to the bed. Only releasing her long enough to strip his clothing, he joined her and pressed his body to hers. Dubheasa smiled as his rock-solid length came in contact with her belly. The rightness of his body against hers lightened her heart at the same time it fueled the fire in her veins.

Gripping her hand in his, he placed it on his cock.

“Touch me, Dove.”

“Gladly,” she murmured as she stroked the smooth flesh, delighting in the contrasting feel of this thick, hard dick and the silky skin encasing it.

As she pleasured him with her hand, his low moans emboldened her to spread her legs and guide him into her waiting passage. They both sucked in a breath as he seated himself fully inside her.

Closing her eyes in ecstasy, she arched up, pressing her hips to his.

“Jaysus, love! If ya don’t slow down…”

She read his mind and understood completely, as she was on the brink herself.

“It’s been too long, Ronan. Let me have this.”

“You can have all of me, Dubheasa O’Malley. Every last ounce.”

His fervent promise aroused her further. She molded her body to his, spreading her legs wider even as she wrapped them around his firm arse to anchor herself for what was to come.

“And I’ll gladly take it,” she replied, ending with a gasp as he shifted and thrust into her. As his big body rocked forward and back again, like a rhythmic piston, she gripped his buttocks with one hand and wrapped an arm around his torso, digging her nails into his back with the other. With each deep thrust, she moaned,“Yes!”

As her pleasure built to a crescendo, she sank her teeth into his muscled shoulder, burying her scream against his heated skin.

With an impassioned curse, he thrust a handful of times and followed her over the edge to release.

He didn’t immediately move off her, electing to stay connected as he buried his face against her throat and kissed the spot above her pounding pulse. “Somehow, that lasted much longer in my fantasies.”

She giggled. “Mine, too, but I’ll admit it was perfect, all the same.”

And Dubheasa realized her comment was the absolute truth; it had been perfect. She swallowed hard, trying to find the proper words to express what was in her heart.

“I know, love,” he murmured sleepily.

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