One brow lifted. “Recovered?”
Weakly, I nodded. “I suppose.”
With a swift move, he grabbed my legs and yanked me to the edge of the bed. “Good, because I’m nowhere near done with you.”
“Can I—” I tried to push up further. “What about you? What do you need?”
It didn’t seem fair to him. I’d already gotten two orgasms out of this deal, and he’d gotten, well, I doubt what happened on the couch was anywhere near as satisfying.
But Ronan just guided me back down before rolling on the condom. “Stay where you are. All I need is you.” Then he lined himself up. “Ready?”
With a hard swallow, I nodded.
“Words, baby. I need your words.”
“I—yes,” I said a little more loudly than was strictly necessary. “Yes—please.”
It was the right thing to say. Ronan’s eyes dilated clearly as he entered me, one inch at a time.
It was torture.
Gorgeous, perfect, excruciatingly delicious torture.
He was big. Bigger than he looked and bigger than my body, sore as it was after Vegas, remembered. He would move just a bit, then wait for me to adjust before pushing a bit more.
“Breathe, Laney,” he urged. “Just breathe. You can do this. You’ve done it before.”
I couldn’t argue. And something about the deep, soothing tone of his voice made me relax. Maybe it was because I already knew how to relax with him. Maybe it was because he’d already guided me through a different kind of relaxation once before.
But my body knew this man. It trusted this man. And I was finding that my mind—and maybe even a bit of my soul—wanted to trust him too.
Once he was fully seated, he covered me completely, balanced on his forearms to deliver a kiss that was gentle but still made me forget my name.
“Okay?” he asked several seconds later.
I hummed, rocking my hips up.Oh, yes. That felt good. “Yes. Very.”
Another chuckle vibrated deep in his chest. “Good. Because now I’m going to fuck you properly.”
I hummed in assent as he kissed me again. Yes,please.
He moved slowly at first, exploring me, watching my reactions as he built a rhythm we could both withstand.
“All right?” he asked again as he started to find the depths of me.
I arched into him, moaning. I couldn’t help it. No one had ever been sodeep. “I—ah! Yes.”
“Good. Now touch yourself.” He grabbed one of my hands and slipped it between us, pressing my fingers to the places his fingers and mouth had already explored so thoroughly.
Immediately, I arched into our joined touch. “No, Ronan. I can’t—it’s too much. It’s too much.”
He thrust harder, almost like a punishment. “No, it’s not, baby. You’ll take it. You’ll take it because I ask you to. And you’ll give it to me because youcan. Now be a good girl and come again while I fuck you, because Ineedto feel you squeeze my dick while I come this time. Do you understand?”
Why it turned me on so much to be ordered around, I couldn’t have said. I hated it when Derek did it. Would have laughed at any other man.
But as Ronan drove into me, he left no room for argument. No sign of a joke. This man, who always wore a smirk, always came with a quip, was dead serious.
I had no choice but to comply.
