Page 18 of Her Outlaw Prisoner
Her hands curl against my chest, gripping my shirt like she’s afraid to let go.
“You keep looking at me like that, baby,” I rasp, my mouth hovering just above hers, “and I’m gonna have to kiss you again.”
She swallows hard. “Then kiss me.”
Fuck.
I don’t need to be told twice.
I crash my lips against hers, devouring her. She melts into me, her fingers tangling in my hair as she presses closer, her soft little moan vibrating against my mouth.
That sound.
I need more.
I push her back against the exam table, lifting her onto it, sliding my hands under her scrubs, dragging my palms up her bare thighs. Her legs fall open, and I step between them, swallowing every desperate little sound she makes as I deepen the kiss.
“Ronan—” She gasps when I palm her heat through her panties.
I growl against her mouth, rubbing slow, teasing circles over the fabric, feeling how warm and wet she already is for me.
“Jesus, baby,” I rasp, sucking at the sensitive skin on her neck. “You gonna let me have you again?”
She nods frantically, gripping my shoulders.
I grin against her skin. “Use your words, sweetheart.”
She whimpers, pressing her hips into my hand. “Yes.”
My cock throbs at the raw desperation in her voice. I slip my fingers beneath the fabric, groaning when I feel her—hot, slick, and so fucking ready for me.
“Fuck, Eleanor,” I growl, nipping at her jaw. “You’re gonna be the fucking death of me.”
She gasps as I slide a finger inside her, and then another, her body clenching around me, her nails digging into my back. She trembles beneath me, her breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps as I work my fingers deeper.
She’s so fucking tight. So wet. So damn perfect.
Her hands fist my shirt, pulling me closer, like she needs something to ground her. Like she’s afraid of falling apart.
“Relax, baby,” I murmur, pressing my lips to her ear. “Let me make you feel good.”
She exhales shakily, her legs widening as I curl my fingers just right, pressing against that sweet spot deep inside her. Her whole body jerks, her back arching off the table.
There it is.
“Oh, Ronan…” She gasps my name like a prayer, her voice thick with need, with surrender.
Fuck, I’ll never get tired of hearing that.
My thumb finds her clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles that make her legs shake. Her hands fly to my shoulders, nails digging in as she lets out a broken little moan.
“That’s it, baby,” I whisper, watching her come undone beneath me. “You feel that? You’re taking me so fucking well.”
She nods frantically, her breath coming in ragged pants, her hips rocking against my hand, chasing the pleasure.
She’s close. I can feel it in the way she tightens around my fingers, in the way her body trembles, coiling tighter and tighter like she’s about to snap.
“Let go for me, Eleanor,” I rasp, my lips dragging along her jaw. “Come for me, sweetheart.”
