Page 7 of Trouble Walked In

“You ready, cupcake? I'm beat.”

“Just about. My feet hurt. I don't know how you do this all night, every night,” she complained as she tossed the rag she had into the sink and rinsed her hands.

He walked over to her and said, “Here. Let me finish this. Have a seat. You earned it. You did great for your first night. I would have been in a mess of trouble without ya.”

“Thanks,” she said as she slid onto a bar stool. “Is it always that damned busy on a Wednesday?”

“Nope. I've got no idea why it was so packed. Maybe people heard I had a hot new waitress,” he suggested, grinning.

In answer, she laughed and said, “Oh. I think you effectively squashed everyone's hopes tonight.”

Ronan looked up from the table he was wiping down in time to see her cross then uncross her legs. The invitation in her eyes had his cock straining against his zipper. He could smell her arousal from where he stood.

“Is that right?” he asked, moving back over to the sink. He dropped the rag and gave his hands a quick rinse then moved to stand right behind the bar stool she was perched on. He braced his arms on either side of her, effectively trapping her between him and the bar. He was surprised when she swiveled to face him.

Her eyes were heavy lidded when she managed to say, “You know it is.”

“Do I? Because, as tempting as you are right now, cupcake, I'm going to need the words. You don't get to wake up tomorrow and convince yourself that you didn't have a choice here. So, why don't you tell me, just what are you after?”

Chapter Six

Moira's breath caught in her throat. Every single heated glance and word between them had been leading up to this moment. Even though this was monumentally stupid, there was a part of her that didn't give a damn.

Her mouth was inches from his. Her voice was thick with desire when she said, “I've been wet and needy since you kissed me earlier. I want you to fuck me until the ache goes away. Is that wordy enough for you, Ronan?”

She watched as his searing gaze flared silver. He leaned in, his mouth against her ear, and murmured, “You've got no idea how much I'm gonna enjoy hearing that smart mouth of yours beg, Moira.”

She called on every bit of the bravado she could muster and replied, “We'll see.”

“I'm not one of those little college boys you're probably used to, sugar.”

She shrugged one delicate shoulder then said, “I'll never know for sure if you don't stop talking.”

Before she could even register his movements, he grabbed a handful of hair at the nape of her neck and pulled her head back. “You'd do well to remember that I'm part wolf, sweetheart,” he ground out, his mouth hovering inches above hers.

“Maybe I wanna be gobbled up by the big, bad wolf,” she challenged, her heart pounding like a bass drum.

His lips took hers in a punishing kiss. The way that he gripped her hair and held her stationary against the onslaught of his tongue and teeth left her dizzy with need. It became clear that he wouldn't be satisfied simply with her acquiescence. He wanted her complete surrender.

Moira kissed him back with every bit of the pent-up frustration she felt. Her fingers curled into his biceps. When his lips had crushed down on hers a moment ago, she'd felt a sharp spike of fear. Despite the fact that he'd been so kind to her, he was right. Deep down, he was only half human. The other part of him was a predator, a hunter. She was in equal parts nervous and excited at the prospect of becoming his prey.

He scooped her up, his hands hiking up the miniskirt she wore. She wrapped her legs around his waist and continued to nip at his lips until she felt the press of the wall against her back.

“Hold on to me,” he ground out as he briefly released her. She heard the unmistakable sound of his fly being opened.

She clung to him, sucking at the salty skin of his neck. Her mind lost in a sexually charged haze, she bit down. He hissed as he rubbed the tip of his cock along her wet slit through her panties and groaned out, “Is this what aches, cupcake?”

“Yes,” Moira said, desperate to sink herself down on him.

He slid the soaked crotch of her panties to the side and said, “Tell me what you need, Moira.”

“You know what I need,” she moaned. “I need you to fuck me!”

Ronan continued to rub the head of his erection across her slippery flesh until she cried, “Please!” It no longer mattered if she begged or not. She had never needed another person inside her the way that she needed him.

He carried her the rest of the way to his office and set her down near the couch.

“Lose the panties,” he ordered, fiddling with his belt.

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