She shivers.
"Ronan—"
"Right here," I say against her skin. "Where anyone driving up that road could see you. Where you can see the whole valley. Where there's nothing between you and the night except me."
I feel her breathing change. Faster. Shallower.
My hand moves from her hip to the button of her jeans.
"Yes or no, Harper."
"Yes," she says. No hesitation.
I open the button. Slide the zipper down. My hand slips inside and she gasps when I find her already wet, already ready, and something in my chest goes tight and possessive.
"Fuck," I say against her neck. "You're wet."
"Your fault."
I slide one finger inside her and she makes a sound that goes straight to my cock.
I add a second finger. Work her slowly, deliberately, learning what makes her breath catch, what makes her grip the rail hard enough that her knuckles go white.
"Ronan—" My name comes out broken. "I need—"
"I know what you need."
I pull my hand out and she makes a sound of protest that dies the second she hears my belt buckle. I shove my jeans down just enough, pull her jeans and underwear down to her thighs, andthe sight of her bent over my porch rail with her ass bare and the valley spread out below us does something to the last piece of control I've been holding onto.
I line myself up and push inside.
One slow, deep thrust that buries me completely.
She cries out. The sound echoes off the pines and comes back to us and I don't care who hears it.
"Fuck," I grit out. She's tight and hot and perfect and I have to stop moving for a second or this ends before it starts.
"Move," she says. "Ronan, please—"
I pull back and drive in again. Harder this time.
She braces herself on the rail and I set a rhythm that’s nothing like before, nothing controlled or careful, just deep, hard strokes that make her gasp every time I bottom out.
My hand wraps around her hip. Holding her steady. The other hand slides up under her shirt and finds her breast, no bra, just soft skin and a hard nipple that makes her moan when I roll it between my fingers.
"God," she gasps. "Ronan—"
"I've got you."
I do. I've got one hand on her breast and the other on her hip and my cock buried deep inside her and she's taking every thrust like she was made for this, made for me, and the territorial part of my brain that's been quiet for years is wide awake and absolutely certain.
Mine.
I pull out almost completely and slam back in.
She cries out again and I feel her tighten around me and I know she's close.
"Come on my cock," I say against her ear. "Let me feel it."
