None of this was helping me stay sane.
The atmosphere that had already started to blossom at the table throughout the duration of the evening started to bloom into heat.
I felt it even through the light fog of tipsiness and I knew he felt it too. He turned to look at me, his sexy hand resting on the gearstick. I suddenly felt a wild urge to have it onme, to know what it felt like to have those hands run across my bare skin.
The thought made me squirm slightly.
His eyes darkened, evidently reading my body language. There wasn’t a warning or any room for misunderstanding—we reached for each other at the same time.
Finally,finallyfeeling his mouth on mine sent such a sweet sweep of relief through me that I shuddered into the kiss. Oh, he was good at this. Lucas had been a hungry, eager kisser but Ronan was deliberate.
Both were delicious in different ways.
His tongue snaked out and licked my bottom lip, and when my mouth popped open with a gasp, he swept in. His tongue swirled against mine, sharing the taste of liquor.
It was so sensual that my body felt like it was a live wire, primed to explode at any given moment so when his hand found my thigh and slowly slid its way under my dress I let out an embarrassing whine.
Ronan chuckled into the kiss, taking his mouth from mine.
“You know, I like the sweet stuff, too,” he said, nipping at the spot just below my ear. His hand continued its ascent but stopped just short of my panties, and I felt two of his fingers mark out torturous circles on my upper thigh.
“And you, June Price, are absolutely divine.”
His hand now moved to my hip, pressing in softly. His kisses moved to my neck, slow but so intentional. I felt like putty in his hands, my own hands moving up his neck and behind his head, my fingers running through his hair.
I wanted more. But if Ronan was a tease with his flirting skills, his seduction was something else entirely. Every time I thought he was moving his hand to where I craved for it to go, he’d withdraw his touch and shut off any word of complaint with a kiss or bite to my neck.
And shit, he’d found a weak spot there too.
“I saw you looking at my hands at the table,” he murmured against my skin. “You like them?”
I could barely think. I mumbled something that sounded like an affirmation. Ronan helped me slip out of my jacket, then dragged me onto his lap until I was straddling him.
He cupped my face in his hands, his lips pressed to that spot on my neck. “I can’t hear you.”
His hands slipped from my neck, down my chest and finally stopped at my breasts. In the past, the few boyfriends I’d let touch them tended to grope and paw at me to the point that it hurt.
But Ronan used just the right amount of pressure and friction to deliver something exquisite. His thumb rolled my hard nipples through the material of my dress and a shocked gasp escaped me. He hadn’t even gotten me out of my clothes and I was already a mess.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said.
A sober thought barreled through my mind, loud as a gun as my eyes shot to the window. “Wait, people can see us.”
With one hand still on my chest, the other travelled lower until he pressed a hand between my legs. I was embarrassingly wet. My eyes fluttered shut.
I felt him smile against my neck. “I think you like that.”
His fingers slid past my soaking panties. I groaned low in my throat, now desperate for some type of friction. I rolled my hips against his hand but he was careful not to touch my clit, forming a V-shape with his fingers that provided some pleasure but not enough to take the edge off.
My fingers curled in the material of his sweater as I gripped onto him, growing more frustrated. I gasped out his name, begging. That seemed like it was finally good enough for him. He pushed two fingers inside of me and let me adjust around them.
I was panting, pleasure radiating through my body with every movement he made, searching not for an endpoint but for a reaction. And when he found what he was looking for, he was relentless.
His mouth curled around my breast, catching my nipple between his teeth through the fabric. The feeling of that felt somehow more erotic than if I’d been naked. His thumb rolled over my clit once and my hips jerked.
I clenched around his fingers and he breathed out slow.
“You feel so amazing around my fingers, June. So tight, so perfect,” he murmured.
