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“Okay?”

His eyes open. And they’re focused. “Yes.”

I don't move. “Sure?”

His hand comes up and closes around the back of my neck.

He pulls me down until our foreheads touch.

“Yes, Micah.”

The way he says my name slides under my skin.

“Fuck me,” he rasps.

I kiss him and move again.

Slowly.

So slowly my arms start to shake before there is anything resembling rhythm.

Every inch changes his face.

The tightening around his eyes.

The way his lips part.

The sharp breath he inhales when I find an angle that presses somewhere deeper.

My body recognizes what that probably means before my brain catches up.

“Fuck.” Ronan's eyes find mine.

“Good?”

His laugh comes out rough. “Yes.”

That sound does something violent to my chest.

The gyrating of his body does something to my cock.

I have seen Ronan in control enough times that I know the pleasure on his face when he is giving it. The focused satisfaction when Cami responds exactly the way he predicted. The almost serene concentration when he has someone balanced exactly where he wants them.

This isn't that face.

This is pleasure he isn't creating for somebody else.

He's receiving it.

From me.

I want to touch him everywhere.

My palms flex against his thighs on instinct.

Ronan notices. “Stay.”

I nod and stay.