Page 113 of Not Another Yesterday
Fair point. Plus, I shoved him in first. What do they always say—don’t dish it out if you can’t take it?
“Y-yeah, o-okay. I g-guess I d-did.” I’m so cold, it hurts.
“Come here.” He tugs me toward him, then begins to pull off my jacket.
“What are you doing?”
“We need to get out of these clothes or we’ll become hypothermic.” He shrugs off his own jacket with effort, then peels off his hoodie and t-shirt like a second skin.
Even though I’m freezing and shaking, the sight of Ronan undressing—muscles taut, skin slick and covered in goosebumps—sends heat straight through me. He pauses, raising his eyebrows with a breathless chuckle. “You, too.”
I drag my eyes away as he starts unbuttoning his jeans. I can't let myself get hypnotized while my body temp plummets. I work myself out of my clothes until I’m down to just my underwear.
“Now what?” I ask, shifting my weight from foot to foot.
Ronan’s gaze sweeps over me, slow and hungry, a grin curling his lips. His tongue skims across his bottom lip when his eyes settle on my chest. I don’t need to look down to know my nipples are stiff beneath the thin fabric of my bra.
I raise my brows, smiling. “Was this your plan all along?”
“Hey, you pushed me in first. But I’m definitely not complaining about where this has led us so far.” He grins, collecting our soaked clothes. “Comeon, let’s get in the truck.”
It’s not much warmer inside, but as soon as Ronan slides into the driver’s seat and tosses the clothes in the back, he reaches behind the seat and pulls out a blanket. I sigh when he drapes it over me.
“Thank you.” The words come out as a breathy moan, and his grin widens as he turns the key in the ignition. He turns the heat to high.
“God damn it, it’s fucking cold,” he mutters, holding his hands to the vent. It blasts nothing but arctic air. It'll be a few minutes before the engine warms up enough to do any good.
He shifts toward me. “You know what really helps in these situations?”
“What’s that?” I breathe, though I already know. It’s written all over his face.
The smile is gone. In its place is something raw and hungry, like he’s starving and I’m the only thing he’s ever wanted to taste.
“Body heat,” he murmurs, voice low and rough.
And then I’m on the other side of the center console, in his lap, straddling his hips, grinding against him. There’s no word, no signal, no decision. It’s just instinct.
His mouth crashes into mine, desperate, feral. No hesitation. Just need. Our teeth clash, tongues tangle.
He unhooks my bra, slips the straps off my shoulders, then moves his tongue to my nipple—pebbled with cold and lust—and draws it deep into his warm mouth. My skin is already so sensitive, and the contrast between the icy air and his hot mouth threatens to take me over the edge right now.
I moan and let my head fall back, bowing toward him, my body already aching, already begging.
And god, he’s hard. So hard. I roll my hips, seeking friction against my tender, throbbing clit. He groans as his hands find my waist, my hips, my ass, like he can’t touch enough of me fast enough.
The cabin is cramped, but somehow, Ronan shifts me back a few inches, my spine grazing the cold steering wheel. I barely register it. He spreads his legs, coaxing mine apart, until I open to him completely.
His green eyes are glossy, pupils blown wide with need when he glides his hand between my thighs. He pushes my lace panties aside, then drags a finger softly across my slick, aching flesh.
Breathy moans tumble from my lips as he does it again. And again. Then his finger dips lower and slides inside me.
“Ran,” I gasp, my muscles clenching around him. I need more. Deeper, harder, now.
He releases a sound that’s somewhere between a sigh and a growl. “Fuck, baby,” he breathes, sliding his finger out of me. “You’re already so wet for me.” And then, watching me the entire time, he lifts that hand to his mouth and licks his finger clean, slow and deliberate, like he’s savoring the last bite of dessert.
My whole body pulses in response, heat coiling in my core. The ache between my legs demands release.
“Ran,” I breathe. “If I don’t get to have you right now, I might actually die.”
