Page 20 of Finders Keep Her
“Oh.” I drop my legs from around his waist. When the hell did I do that?
"You okay?" He tilts his head, leaning down so he can see my face clearly.
"I'm awesome, the best."
"I know, but I meant your mood."
"That's what I was referring to," I say, a tad confused. My brain is slow because when he steps back, it dawns on me that he was agreeing thatIam awesome and the best. Why does hearing that from him make me want to preen?
"Then, shower it is." He walks over to the shower, turning it on. I think he's going to leave, but I watch as he reaches one hand behind his head, pulling his shirt off.
My mouth falls open. The computer did this man no justice. My mouth feels like a damn desert all of a sudden. This is too much. I should turn away, but we all know that’s not going to happen.
I allow my eyes to roam over him. In person, his broad chest appears larger, his biceps bigger, his abs well-defined. I mean, the list goes on and on. I heard a camera can add five pounds, but I didn’t know it could be five pounds of muscle. The man is all hard lines and thickness. He doesn’t have the type of body you get from hours in the gym. Ronan is built this way, and I’m sure manual labor is a part of it.
"What are you doing?"
"We're showering."
"I'm showering." I point to myself so that we're both clear. "You can't shower with me."
"I'm showering with you." We stare at each other. How does he do that? He states things confidently, as if they are facts, leaving no room for further discussion.
I may have been open to the idea of showering with him. I might have even daydreamed about it a few times, but he's all sexiness, and I'm chubby. There’s no way in hell I’m getting naked in front of him.
"We can't shower together," I tell him again.
"Who is going to stop me?" He folds his arms over his chest. Gah! This should piss me off. Okay, it does, but it turns me on more.
"I'm not getting naked in front of you."
His brows lift. "You've seen me naked." Watch a guy masturbate one time and you never hear the end of it.
"Ronan!" I hiss, heat rushing to my cheeks. "I thought we weren't talking about that!"
"I apologize."
"Apologize by leaving." I point to the open door.
"Not that sorry." He steps toward me. In the blink of an eye, he has my shirt in his hands, pulling it off over my head. A man his size should not be able to move that fast.
“What are you doing?” I try to cover my boobs with my arm. Not that it helps. I’ve always been on the bigger side there.
“We’re taking a shower.” He grips my hips, pulling me off the counter.
"I'm not a doll. You can’t just manhandle me,” I say when he drops to a knee, going for my shorts next.
"No," he chuckles. "You're not a doll."
"What does that mean?"
"Step out for me, little fox." I should ignore him, but my feet do as they're told. "You're not a doll because you're soft." His hands stroke up the outside of my legs. "There sure as shit isn't only air between your ears. That mind of yours is as breathtaking and powerful as the rest of you." Ronan's fingers slip into my panties. His words are so unexpected that I don't protest. I'm still reeling from that. He stands, leaving me completely naked. "And typically, your mouth is running." He should have quit while he was ahead.
"I'm naked," I blurt out. I might not be as smart as he thinks because I'm finding the formation of words really hard right now. The man is a bulldozer.
"You are," he agrees as he strips off the rest of his clothes. "Are you coming, or do I need to put you in there?" Ronan holds his hand out. I hesitate. "You want me to put you there? You got it." He lifts me by the hips again, answering the question for me and correctly. I did want him to move me. To make me.
His cock grazes my stomach as he carries me into the shower. He checks the temperature of the water before guiding me under it. I try not to stare at his cock, but it’s really hard not to.
