Page 22 of Small Town Firsts
But this man didn’t know me. Didn’t look at me like everyone else at the orchard did. Like the little sister or best friend they’d grown up with.
And in town, like the other Webb sister who…
No, that did not have room here in this moment. With this huge man hard and ready under me.
His hands moved up to my hips, firm and confident, but somehow I didn’t feel trapped. More like found.
That was the part that made me want to run more than the orgasm I knew was waiting for me. Because Ronan Parrish would provide.
There was no doubt based on those steady dark eyes staring unflinchingly into mine.
Not the cocksure male boasting of the idiots I’ve known at the bar.
Nope.
This would be the real deal.
“We have to work together, Viking.”
His fingertips drifted up to the skin of my lower back, lightly tracing into the dip where the denim gapped, then slowly up to the wide strap of my bra.
I internally winced. This girl couldn’t wear cute, skimpy bralettes. I needed support and that came with lots of fucking hooks. But I splurged on lace and satin to combat the sturdy nature of it. Even if one of my bras cost more than two shirts for a tiny woman.
And dammit, my tits were spectacular.
I flipped the shirt over my head and tossed it behind me. Okay, so maybe the heavy plop of the wet shirt on stone took a little away from the sexy moment.
“Goddamn.”
His whispered reverence wasn’t a bad thing though. I shook my hair over my shoulders and arched my back. “Is this what you want?”
“Yes.” His gaze shot to mine. “Yes, I fucking want all of this. I want to put you on my work bench and fuck you so hard your teeth rattle.”
I swallowed. Okay, so my bravado really wasn’t ready for that one.
He leaned forward, the muscles of his stomach flexing because of the deep angle of the chair. His chest was a masterpiece, and I had no shame about looking my fill. I splayed my fingers over the warm skin of his abs and up to the furred planes of his chest. I dug my nails into the coarse hair, findingthe flat disks of his nipples before making a return trip down the ridges of dense muscle to his buckle.
“Your body is ridiculous.”
“Back at you.”
My gaze lifted to his again. “I’ve got good tits.”
His hand came down on my ass with a hearty clap that made me blink and clench. “You are the complete package. Brains and curves and yes, your tits are fucking spectacular. I’ll spread you out on whatever available surface we’ve got for hours to show you just how superb each and every golden inch of you is.”
My heart thundered and my mouth dropped open.
“Now show me those fucking tits.”
I gripped his sides, my nails digging hard into his skin.
Did I dare?
Once I did, there was no going back. His black work pants were rough under my thighs, and I had a feeling I was going to be one long abrasion after we got done with one another.
I reached behind me and released the triple hooks so the black lace loosened and slid down my arms.
Ronan gripped my ass and dragged me up to get his mouth on my skin. I steadied myself with one hand on his shoulder. The other sunk into his wet curls and braids. The heavy beads slid around my fingers to tease my wrists.
