Page 26 of Temptation at His Door

He’d just touch her a little, maybe get her off, and then he’d stop. He wasn’t going to make love to her, he couldn’t... He’d stop, hewould.

Then Joa yanked his pants down, just far enough for her to have unfettered access and Ronan knew that this was a battle he wouldn’t win, a war where he was uninterested in victory.

He wanted this, he wanted her...

To hell with it...

Ronan gripped Joa’s hips and surged upward, easily lifting her. Her legs banded around his hips and she nipped at his mouth as he carried her across the room to lay her on the cushions of the closest sofa. He placed his hands on either side of her head, staring down into those passion-fogged eyes.

“Do you want this?” he demanded, his voice rough with passion. Joa stared up at him, her eyes on his mouth, filled with do-me-now. But he needed to hear the words...

“Do. You. Want. This?”

Joa didn’t pretend to be coy, didn’t hesitate. “More than I want my next breath. Come here and kiss me, Murphy.”

In a minute. He still had something to say, if he could get the words to roll off his tongue. “It’s been a while, Ju, and I’m not going to last.”

Joa licked her top lip and smiled. “That’s okay, I don’t think I will, either.” She pushed herself up to rest on her elbows. “You done talking yet, Ronan?”

Hell, yes. Besides, the conversation he most wanted to have with her was silent but powerful. Ronan stood up and reached behind his head to pull his shirt over his head. Joa watched, appreciation on her face. “Ooh, nice chest.”

His mouth twitched with amusement. Keeping his eyes on hers, he pushed his pants down his hips and allowed the fabric to fall, toeing off his socks. It had been an age since he’d been naked in front of a woman but seeing the lust and admiration on her face made him feel ten feet tall, ripped as hell. He felt like himself again.

Not the boys’ dad, or a widower or a Murphy, but Ronan.

Joa’s appreciative eyes danced over his body and his hands itched to make her his. “Strip, Ju.”

Joa, not breaking eye contact—God, how sexy was that?—pulled her sweatshirt off and leaned back on her elbows, her pretty breasts on display. It was his turn to look, admire, salivate. Man, he wished he had ten mouths, twenty hands—there were so many places he wanted to touch, so much he wanted to do to her.

But this would only happen once and he had to prioritize, dammit.

Ronan bent and pulled her yoga pants down her hips. He threw her pants over the back of the couch, entranced by her elegant arms, her tiny waist, the curve of her hip. Her legs were long and mouth-watering and he couldn’t wait to have them wrapped around his hips.

Feeling the sexual heat, he dipped a finger between her feminine folds and sighed when his fingers came away wet. She wanted him, proof positive.

He muttered a dark curse, resisting the urge to plunge and plunder.

Joa sat up and dragged the tip of her index finger over his steel hard shaft, swiping her thumb over his sensitive tip. “I’m clean and I’m on the pill. I’m presuming you are clean, too?”

He nodded, unable to speak.

Joa met his eyes and he fell into that vat of molten silver. “You can take the time to find a condom. I won’t change my mind, I promise, or you can just come on home.”

Choosing door number two—thank you, Jesus—Ronan dropped his big body to cover hers, his tip probing her entrance. Joa bent her knee to rub his hip and then her legs wound around his waist, crossing at the ankles. She was beyond anything he’d imagined...

Joa tipped her hips and rubbed herself against him and he knew he was way past coherent thought, that he couldn’t stop if he wanted to.

He didn’t want to...

Ronan felt her walls clench around him, felt her every shudder, every sigh. Her words made no sense; then again, neither did his. Pleasure was their only goal, giving and receiving.

He pumped, she rose to meet him, she kissed the side of his neck, he sucked on that butterfly birthmark. Her nails pushed into his butt cheeks and he welcomed the sting, the sexy pain. He slid a hand under her, adjusted his position to go deeper and Joa gasped, releasing a little scream.

He surged, she rose...

And the world shattered.

Seven

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