“Yeah,” she agreed. “We’ll find the perfect place eventually. We need to keep looking.”
“How about we head back?” I suggested. “I need to recharge and clear my head.”
Inaya glanced at her phone, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Actually, there’s a museum nearby I’ve been dying to visit. I think I’ll head there while you rest.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Who’s taking you to a museum?”
She sighed. “I’ve been out of Italy twice, and both times, I ended up in this city. I want to explore.”
Something about the way she said it didn’t sit right with me, but I knew better than to question her.
“Explore,” I echoed, unconvinced. “Sure. I’m heading back.”
We parted ways, and I made my way to the Airbnb. The city’s noise gradually faded as I stepped into the peaceful, cozy apartment. Dropping my bags by the door, I exhaled deeply, letting the tension of the day finally melt away.
I walked over to the couch and sank into it, the soft cushions a welcome comfort. My eyes drifted to the box Ronan had sent me, now resting on the coffee table.
I leaned back, closing my eyes for a moment, letting the emotions of the day wash over me, and the only thing coming to mind was last night with Ronan.
His words.
His touch.
His taste.
“Fuck,” I muttered.
“I asked you a question. Does any man touch you like that? Dothey make you come on their tongue? Do they make you fuck yourself while they watch?”
His words replayed in my mind, and it was then that I knew I was fucked.
And not fucked in the way I wanted to be.
I wasreallywound up.
I found myself pressing my thighs together, unable to stop thinking about Ronan.
I loved the way he touched me.
The way he made me beg.
The way I saw his hard cock printing through his pants, and all I could think of was how badly I wanted a taste.
Tossing my purse on one bed, I rummaged through my suitcase, suddenly concerned I had not remembered to bring it, but then smiled as my hand closed around the small bag that contained my favorite toy.
I closed my eyes for a moment, holding the toy in my hand, realizing with a smile that despite its generous size, it was still smaller than Ronan.
I grabbed my phone and, with a quick check to make sure I had flipped the security lock on the door, stripped off my clothes and lay down on the bed.
I reclined on the bed, my thick purple friend turned on low speed, and slowly teased the tip over my clit as I thought of him. How sexy he looked in his clothes. How dirty his mouth was. How fucking sweet he was, and fuck, how much better he looked in between my legs.
Most importantly, I hated the effect he had on me.
I hated how much he could turn me on without being there.
And I hated that I was slowly falling in love with him again.
My breathing sped up right away.
