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“I should hope not, Moira. I'm thirty-five,” he drawled.
“Oh wow,” she said, tongue in cheek. “You're older than I realized.”
“And just how old are you?” he asked carefully, the tension practically rolling off of him in waves.
She remained silent until he tilted up her chin with his fingers and asked, “Jesus Christ, Moira. Are you underage?”
“Calm down. I'm twenty-two last week,” she assured him, grinning.
He let out a relieved breath and said, “Thank Christ! I thought you were gonna say something like seventeen.”
Moira giggled. “The look on your face was priceless. I can see the headlines now. Shape-shifter caught nailing mayor's underage daughter.”
He gave her a light swat and gruffly said, “Stop that! Don't even joke. I'm too pretty for jail.”
“That you are,” she agreed, yawning. “That you are.”
“Gettin' sleepy?” he asked, adjusting the blankets.
“Yeah,” she said, yawning once more.
“Go to sleep then, gorgeous. We can talk about how pretty I am in the morning,”
“Oh, goody,” she snarked. “Let's set an alarm so we can get up early and pick up where we left off.”
Ronan tilted up her chin and brushed his lips against hers. “Hush, you.”
****
She moaned softly, her hips rocking against the gentle but insistent pressure on her clit. Even in her half-asleep state, she could feel the beginnings of an orgasm forming. It was the light nip of teeth against her labia that finally made her eyes pop open. “Ronan,” she squeaked in surprise.
“‘Bout time you woke up,” Ronan's voice mumbled against her pussy. Before she could come up with any semblance of a coherent response, his tongue went back to lapping at her.
“Oh, fuck, Ronan,” she moaned, her thighs shaking.
He buried two fingers inside her cunt as he sucked her clit into his mouth. Then he licked slow circles against her on the outside while his fingers massaged her from the inside. Moira could barely even begin to savor the feeling before the combination of sensations sent her headlong into orgasm. She reached down and gripped his shaggy blond hair, crying out her release as a million tiny charges exploded throughout her body. Ronan ignored her cries and continued to devour her pussy until she finally let go of him.
“Fuck,” Ronan said, raising his mouth. “You taste amazing.”
Still trying to catch her breath, Moira assured him, “You can feel free to do that anytime, ya know.”
“I'll keep that in mind,” he chuckled.
“Now get up here so I can return the favor,” she ordered.
“Well aren't you a bossy one.” He released her panties from where he'd pulled them to the side. He gave her a steady look as he explained, “Just
so you know, in the bedroom, I'm in control.”
“Is that right?” she challenged.
“Damn right it is,” he said. “Take those panties off before I tear them off.”
Her eyes widened. She considered giving him a sassy reply, but thought better of it when she saw the dark hunger in his eyes. He merely moved to the side, watching as she shimmied them down her hips. Undisguised pleasure in his eyes, he pulled them down off her feet.
She waited, her breath shallow, for him to make the next move. He slowly crawled back up her body, pushing the hem of her shirt up inch by inch. He pressed hot, openmouthed kisses against her skin until she partially sat up and tore the shirt over her head.
He took his time, tracing his tongue across every single inch of skin. By the time he finally reached her breasts, she was ready to beg him. With seemingly infinite patience, he licked and nibbled until she was writhing against him. Inch by torturous inch, he broke down her resolve until she finally she whimpered, “I need you inside me.”
