Page 419 of End Game

I expected Ronan to kiss like an order.

Instead, his mouth moves over mine slowly.

Carefully.

Like he's learning something.

Like I'm something worth learning.

My heart is pounding.

My dick is twitching.

I melt into it before I mean to.

Pull against the cuffs.

Can't reach him.

The kiss changes.

His hand slides into my hair.

My lips part.

And whatever patience Ronan started with burns off.

Fuck.

Now he’s hungry.

Controlled, but barely.

His mouth gets harder.

Deeper.

He bites my lower lip just enough that my whole body arches.

I make a noise against him.

He swallows it.

Then pulls away.

I chase.

Can't.

“Fuck.”

Ronan's breathing isn't perfectly even either.

Good.

“You wanted quiet.”

“That was before I knew you kissed like that.”