Page 29 of Release Me

The kind of bodies Ronan likes, if the naked girl who fell into my bed last Friday is any indication.

Ronan groans, his hands settling on his forehead. “Ryan, I can’t …”

My stomach drops. I can’t believe this. I’m standing nakedin front of Ronan—a guy who fucked around withthreedifferent women in one night last weekend—and he’s turning me down. Have I totally misread him?

With my face on fire, I dive for my T-shirt and make to run from his room.

He can move awfully fast, though, for a guy half-awake and sprawled out in bed.

I make it all the way to the door before his giant, calloused hand slams against it, stopping me from escape. “I didn’t say that I didn’t want to.”

“It sure seems like it.” I despise the sound of my voice, brimming with rejection.

He steps in close behind me, pinning my chest to the cool door, his body heat searing my skin. “Does itfeellike it?” He presses his hard length into my back.

I can’t help the gasp. I got a good look at his dick as it swelled under my gaze. I’ve only been with three other guys and none of them compared to Ronan’s size.

It’s not just his lower extremity either. It’sallof him—his solid muscles and ridges, his height, the way his forearms naturally tense as he moves. He’s a ten on anyone’s scale.

I steel my nerve. “Well then, what’s the problem? I thought you said you wanted this.” I may come off as confident, but I’ve never been forward when it comes to sex. I’veneverpropositioned a guy. The fact I even came in here tonight is pure recklessness.

Pushing my hair to the side, he leans over and settles his lips on my nape, his tongue grazing me ever so gently, sending shivers all the way down to my core.

I make to turn, to face him, wanting to see his chiseled muscles, feel how hard his chest and stomach are beneath my fingertips. But strong arms seize my hips, keeping me in place as his bare foot slides in between mine, gently prodding my legs farther apart.

“I’m leaving for Alaska next weekend,” he whispers.

“I know. It’s perfect.” It was probably the biggest factor in my wild decision to come here tonight.

Ronan chuckles. The depth of his voice against my spine makes me shudder. I hold my breath as his hands slide from my hips, one traveling upward to cup my breast, the other moving lower to rest along the inside of my thigh, his thumb smoothing over my skin. “Okay, just this once. But I can’t give you more than that. This won’t turn into anything. I mean, it can’t. I’m …” His voice drifts.

He’s still in love with his ex-girlfriend.

It takes me a moment to find my voice. “You honestly think I’m looking for a commitment? I don’t even like you, remember?” That’s not entirely true. Sure, I was angry with Connor. And when I first saw Ronan—all dark and gorgeous six-foot-something of him, towering over me—I immediately wrote him off.

But Ronan also tried to make me feel better about being dumped and apologized to me when I was being a bitch to him, overreacting over a towel because it was either that or burst into tears.

Most important, though, he’s right: I don’t have to like him to enjoy sex with him. At least this way, my heart won’t get tangled with emotion.

And maybe sleeping with Ronan will erase the overwhelming rejection I’m drowning in, the feelings of inadequacy that I’ve woken up to and fallen asleep with since I found out David dumped me for a tall, willowy blond. I’d doanythingto stop feeling this pain, even if for just a night.

As it turns out,anythingincludes sleeping with my hot pig of a roommate.

I inhale sharply as Ronan’s hand shifts to cup between my legs, his thumb sliding over my clit. I’m already wet for him and, with each pass, growing more so. But any embarrassment I feel quickly evaporates under his touch.

“For someone who’s disgusted by me, you have a funny way of showing it.” He leans forward until his face fits into the crook of my neck, just far enough that his hot breath skates over my skin. And then he pushes one finger deep inside.

A sigh escapes my lips.

“I wondered what you would feel like.”

He did?I close my eyes as my senses go into overdrive. “And?”

He slips a second finger in, stretching me as his thumb draws circles. “You’re even softer and tighter than I expected.” His mouth closes over my earlobe and he bites down gently. “Definitely no teeth in here.”

I’m struggling to stay on my feet as the heat between my legs intensifies. If he’s this skilled with his hands and his mouth …

I want to turn around, to touch him. To kiss him. Badly.

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