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“God, Ronan,” I breathed and slipped a hand over the front of his jeans. The hard length of him was straining against the denim, huge in my palm.
“Just me,” he growled into my ear, his tongue slipping between the earrings, his teeth tugging at one small hoop. “No one fucks you but me.”
A moan escaped me, his words shocking and thrilling me at the same time.
“That’s presumptuous,” I managed and hissed a breath as his mouth clamped down on my neck. “We’re not even fucking.”
“Our agreement or whatever this is…no one else touches you.” He pulled away to meet my eye. “No one.”
The possessive heat in his gaze stole my breath. I’d never had anyone look at me the way Ronan did. There wasn’t one thing casual in his hard stare or the softness behind it. A softness no one saw, not unless they were close to him like this.
“No one else.” I tilted my head, striving to not melt under that heated gaze. “The same goes for you.”
He frowned as if the idea of being with someone besides me made no sense, and I worried my casual plan was in serious fucking trouble.
“No one else,” he said, and then, as if to seal the pact, his hand slid between my legs, palming me completely. Staking his claim.
My body arched into his touch instantly, giving into him. I whimpered as his fingers rubbed against my underwear, now damp, and found my clit. His other hand joined the first under my skirt, his thumbs meeting and rubbing circles while he took me in a rough, raw kiss.
“I want to put my mouth on you,” he stated. Matter of fact. Direct.
“Here? Now?”
He backed away. “We don’t have to…”
I pulled him back in. “I want to.”
God, I wanted to. I wanted everything with him. I wanted too much. A lone rational thought—a refugee from my old practical self—stopped me.
“Will the guys be here soon?”
“In a few minutes,” Ronan said, hotly against my lips. “I only need two.”
The possibility of getting caught added to the intensity building in that small shed. I held my breath as he bent between my legs, my skirt bunched up around my waist. He pulled aside my underwear and I tensed. I’d never been naked like this in broad daylight. Before the self-consciousness could dig in, he licked his lips and inhaled.
“This pussy…fucking beautiful,” he murmured, almost to himself.
“Jesus, Ronan—” I began, then gasped as his mouth descended. Every nerve-ending flared to life, an ache of pleasure that deepened with every lick of his tongue. Every graze of his teeth. When he latched on, sucking, I let out a cry. One hand gripped his hair, the other, the edge of the table, holding on for dear life as Ronan went at me.
He was wrong. It took one minute, not two.
In seconds, my entire body tensed, my breath catching in my chest and starbursts going off behind my closed eyes as the orgasm rocketed through me, flaring hottest where his tongue met my flesh. Ronan didn’t relent but coaxed me through it until the end, lapping at me in dirty, raw strokes that threatened to bring me to the brink all over again.
“No more,” I breathed, pushing him away and sitting up. “Oh my God…”
Ronan emerged from under my skirt, his face flushed, chin wet. “Good?”
“I can’t feel my legs, so…yes.”
He smiled a little, and I wondered how beautiful he’d be wearing a full, genuine smile.
His happiness isn’t my responsibility, I reminded myself. We were friends with benefits. Casual. I pulled away and jumped off the table, but Ronan was there. He caught me and kissed me again. Sweetly, though I could taste myself on him.
He’s sweet and dirty at the same time. Soft and rough…
The humming between my legs hadn’t diminished in the slightest; I could still feel Ronan’s mouth there and I wanted more. But his kiss that lingered on my lips was even stronger. The way he’d looked at me, held my face in his hands…
I wanted more of that too.
