When I move to stand, my knees ache a little, but the pain is worth it when I see the dreamy and dazed but completely satisfied expression on her face. After I wipe my wet mouth on my sleeve, I lean in and press a soft kiss to her upturned lips.
“Mmm,” she hums, opening her eyes. She might not be ready to say it, but I can see her feelings for me written across her face. “That was…perfect.”
She’s perfect. And finally, I get to start proving that to her. One orgasm, one smile, one moment at a time. Nothing can ruin how happy I am right now. Everything I never knew I wanted is mine.
Chapter thirty-three
Willow
There are pretty strict rules during away games when it comes to hotel rooms. The guys all get their own room, but they’re not meant to have guests. Like, not at all.
Which makes my decision to sneak into Ronan’s room on this stretch very risky and very unusual for me, the girl who doesn’t break the rules often.
But this man makes me want to throw my damn rule book out the window. I want him constantly. Even more so now that we’ve worked through the drama from the other week, and the world hasn’t ended with everyone knowing about us. Which is why I jumped at the chance to fly out and join the team for the last few days of their away game series, even though my workload managing Maverick’s situation is still heavy.
Three days out of town to watch the games and appreciate Ronan’s talent openly without worrying about who’s watching?
Yes, please.
Two nights of lying in my lonely hotel bed, knowing he’s just one floor above me, also lying in a lonely hotel bed?
No, thanks.
Which brings me to the present, opening the door from the stairwell on Ronan’s floor and peeking around the corner to see if anyone’s out in the hall. It’s late and the guys are tired after winning their game today. It’s the last game of the series; tomorrow we’ll hop on a plane and head home to Vancouver. And try as I might, I can’t stay away from Ronan a minute longer. I need to feel his arms around me, his lips on mine, his cock inside of me.
I’m desperate for an orgasm only he can provide.
All it takes is one soft knock and his door whips open, a hand reaching out to pull me inside. I muffle my giggle as Ronan closes the door and flips over the security latch. “Did anyone see you?” he whispers in a low rumble.
I shake my head as I toe off my shoes, already turned on just from the sight of him, shirtless, wearing nothing but a pair of soft plaid pajama pants. “No one.” I tear my sweater off over my head.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he groans softly as it falls to the floor. He stays at the door, watching me with a predatory gaze. “Having you so close these last few days but not being able to kiss you whenever I want, not holding you in my arms every spare second, not being able tofuck you every nighthas been torture.”
My pants drop and I step out of them, clad only in my lace underwear and bra, and put my hands on my hips. “Who said you couldn’t kiss me?”
He’s breathing heavily, his arousal evident, given the bulge in his pants. His eyes are like molten fire, staring at me. “I was trying to be respectful.”
Slowly, I advance, prowling toward him. “Word is out that we’re together now; you can be respectful and still kiss me,” I whisper as I reach him, placing one hand on his muscular chest, raking my nails lightly through the short hairs. “And there’s no reason you can’t fuck me now. In fact, I’d be very pleased if you would.”
Ronan stoops down slightly, only to lift me up into his arms. My breathless giggle is swallowed by his kiss as he moves quickly into the bathroom. The only light comes from the bedside lamps, making the bathroom dark. It’s intimate, the soft glow reflecting on the mirrors of the bathroom, the dim light making us rely so much more on touch.
And oh boy, do I want to touch. My hands roam across his chest and shoulders as we kiss. He’s still holding me, my legs locked around his waist. Somehow, with one arm still tightly banded around me, he manages to use his other hand to turn on the shower. The room quickly fills with steam and only then does he set me down. He pulls a foil packet out of his pajama pocket, setting it on the shower ledge with a wink aimed my way. My hands hurry to unclasp my bra, and then I wiggle out of my panties as he pushes down his pants. He takes my hand and leads me into the large shower, turning so that the force of the water is on him and I get just a light spray of damp heat. Water droplets cling to him, tracing a path down his body that I want to follow with my tongue.
But Ronan tilts my chin up with his hand and kisses me swiftly. “Kai is in the room next door, Cherry. And these walls are thin. Which means you’ve got to be quiet. That’s why we’re here. So the water can hide the sound of you moaning my name when I make you come.”
He tugs my lower lip between his teeth when he’s done talking, biting gently before sweeping his tongue inside my mouth. We stay there, making out like sex-crazed maniacs for several minutes. The steam from the shower swirls around us, adding to the erotic energy. Stealing my idea, Ronan presses one more deep kiss to my lips before dropping to his knees, his tongue tracing the fall of water over my body.
“Mmm. I’ve missed you.” He tilts his head up to look at me, and the look of pure wonder and happiness on his face almost brings me to my knees with its intensity. This mixture of sweet, romantic Ronan and the dirty words he speaks to me is the perfect blend of everything I’ve always wanted.
His lips graze my belly button, and then down farther, until he kisses the top of my mound. So close to where I want him, my hips move on their own, searching, seeking his touch.
“Ronan, please,” I whisper, my head thrown back against the tile wall of the shower as he ghosts his lips around my sex. His hands dig into my hips, guiding me to widen my stance. And then, finally.
With the first swipe of his tongue, I have to clap a hand over my mouth to hide my moan of relief. The second swipe, I’m digging into the strands of his hair to hold him in place. The third, I’m lost. My hips writhe under his touch with every lick, suck, bite, and kiss.
After the last few days oflook but don’t touch, I’m ready to combust.
“More. Fuck. Yes. More. Ohmygod, Ronan. Right there!” My whispers become frantic, it’s hard to stay quiet when he sucks my clit into his mouth, sliding one finger into my greedy sex. But just as my orgasm is within reach, he releases me, and there’s no muffling my whine of discontent.
