Page 59 of Ronan

His smile is brilliant as he spins to meet my advance, our lips crashing together in a clumsy kiss that he quickly controls. “As much as you are enjoying these, they gotta go. Are you doing the honors?” My fingers aren’t shaky anymore as I slide them under the elastic and push them lower. We both laugh when they catch on his perky butt, but I work them past until they hit the ground, and he steps out of them.

We’re both naked.

Completely exposed in a way I’ve never been with another person.

“Now,” he says, gripping my bare ass cheeks and squeezing as he grins at me. “Let’s enjoy the hot water that you worked so hard to get.” I’m blatantly staring at his flexing ass while he makes an adjustment to the temperature. He turns to me, gaze drifting down my naked body and pausing at where my cock pushes away from my hips, pink and swollen.

I get my first view of all that bared skin taut over his defined muscles, and as my eyes drop lower, they widen at his size. Long and thick, his cock is a deeper purple than the rest of him, with a bulge where it meets his groin. The headisn’t flared like mine, but tapered, and shines as though it’s wet.

“Keep looking at me like that and you’re going to embarrass me,” he says, and my eyes snap up to his, dark and heavy lidded. “Come on, mo’sziv, let’s continue this in the shower.”

I nod, my gaze fixed on him as he turns and steps into the steamy tub, and a deep breath steels my spine as I join him. Everything else in the world vanishes as the warmth rains over me. “Oh, Heaven take me now,” I groan, pointing my face towards the showerhead as the heat washes over me. “This is the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt.”

“If that’s true, I have some work to do,” Ronan teases, and I only grin, water plunking across my face. A tangible chill runs down my spine despite the warmth, the phantom weight of his nearness pressing against my back, but he doesn’t touch.

Gods, I want him to touch.

“Can I wash you?” Heart pounding, I glance over my shoulder at him. Hair sticks to his mauve skin, cheeks flushed dark either from the heat or…otherreasons.

My traitorous eyes drop to where his cock juts from his hips.

Other reasons, then.

A tremor runs through me as I whisper a breathy, “I can do it,” although the words are at odds with my craving for his hands to be on my body.

“Of course you can, but I want to.” His lips land on my shoulder, the rest of him hovering close, but never touching. “When’s the last time anyone took care of you,Cam?” My eyes sting as he lathers his palms with the lavender and pine soap.

“A while,” I whisper.

“Allow me to do this… let me be the one to look after you.” Warm hands, slippery with suds, move deliberately over my back, my nerve endings coming alive as he massages my skin. “I will protect you and take care of whatever you need… spoil you like you deserve to be spoiled.” A kiss brushes the curve of my shoulder. “You can trust me.”

“I do.” The words slip out before I can stop them, before I can even consider them, and surprise jolts me as the truth of them settles. “I do trust you.” A low, happy grunt rumbles in his chest as he kisses my wet hair, and I arch my neck, wanting more of his touch. “Only you.”

Up and down, he washes me, the tension in my stomach tightening when he swipes over the small of my back, barely brushing the top of my ass before darting away. Neck and shoulders, along the sides of my torso, then across my arms. When his palm pauses over the mark on my arm, a spark passes between us, and we both release a quiet moan.

“Turn around,” he says, voice thick, and I swallow. Heart in my throat, I face him as water rinses the soap from my back. Ragged breaths push heavily from my nose as he washes my chest, starting at my neck and working lower. A smile flits across his lips as he swipes over my nipples and watches my cock flex in response.

His fingers map my ribcage… my stomach… then further; the suds catching the hair on my groin as he traces over the sensitive skin.

He’s right there.

Right there.

The sound that leaves me is almost a sob as he moves to my hips, leaving a soapy trail in the crease of my thighs. “Ronan,” I whimper, and he lifts his eyes to mine, asking for permission. “Please.” He rumbles another satisfied purr in response to my begging as he inches closer to where I want him.

The moment he touches my cock, a loud moan breaks free, drowning out any thoughts of embarrassment. A feather-light touch drags along my length as I watch, enraptured by the sight of his mauve skin against mine. Steady fingers swallow me whole.

“Look at this pretty cock,” he murmurs. “No one has ever touched you here, have they?”

“No,” I whimper as he slides his fist, keeping it closed and not allowing me to see myself in his grip. Dwarfed by his enormous hand, I should be embarrassed by how small I feel, but there’s no room for shame. Instead, I’m so turned on by the way he surrounds me that my hips jerk forward, thrusting through the tunnel of his fingers.

“Someone’s eager,” he murmurs, leaning to claim my mouth. Sensations are everywhere, almost overwhelming—his lips on mine, hot water dripping down our faces, fingers flexing against my cock as he strokes in that maddeningly patient rhythm.

“Ro,” I whine against his mouth, pleading.

“I’ve got you,” he whispers. “I’ll take care of you.”

He spins me until he’s flush against my back, his erection pushing between my ass cheeks as he reaches around my front to fist me again. “Such a perfect little cock, and it fits like it was made for me. How do you feel in my hand?”

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