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I’m out of my seat, both our coffee mugs abandoned. Plucking Fiona off her stool, I prop her up on the kitchen island, thanking my lucky stars that the lass is wearing one of her new skirts Tiggy gave her.
Shoving aside her panties when I unbutton my jeans, I thrust into her with a grunt as Fiona’s fingers slide through my hair. Burying my face in her neck, I let my swirling tongue taste her skin while firmly pumping into her.
“I didn’t want ye stripping because I don’t like other men seeing what’smine,” I growl.
Fiona sighs, tipping her head back, arching her tits into my chest as she moans.
“That’s all you needed to say,” she breathes, completely undoing me.
Jesus fuck, I could have saved myselfmonthsof torture if only I’d stopped being such a morose bastard andtalkedto her? I’m a dense eejit sometimes.
Finding her clit with my thumb, I grind down on it as I pick up the pace of my thrusts, my mouth finding the sensitive spot behind Fiona’s ear, sucking hard.
She shatters with a whimpering moan, bucking her hips against my thumb and dick.
“Oh,Ronan,” she breathes, and I’m fucking done. Holding deep inside, I sigh into her skin as I come, wrapping her tightly in my arms.
“Sure, and I suppose I wasted a lot of time being heavy-handed with ye,leannán,” I murmur as I nuzzle my nose into her silky blonde hair, inhaling deeply, savoring the lemony smell of her hair.
“Sure, and you did,” she murmurs back, causing me to snicker as she makes fun of me. Stepping back, I button my dick away, and Fiona straightens her skirt, gracefully sliding off the kitchen island.
“Well, I won’t work as a stripper anymore.”
Thank Christ for that. I feel a beaming grin cross my face, and when Fiona catches sight of it, she blinks in surprise, offering me an answering, shy smile.
“I’m sure Mellie can get me some waitressing work.”
“Is yer hand well enough healed to be carrying around heavy trays of glassware?”
I frown, reaching for her hand and smoothing my thumbs over the slightly shiny, recently healed skin. Fiona carelessly shrugs, gently removing her hand from my grip.
“It’ll have to be. I need to find a new place, and I need a month’s rent.”
I freeze at her words, feeling them reverberate around my head as I try to process them. The lass wants to find somewhere else to live? Fuckingwhy? Lifting my head, my grin completely gone, I let my eyes burn into hers.
“Ye want to leave me?”
FIONA
My heart clenches at Ronan’s words and the look of confusion andhurton his face. Not ‘do I want to leave his place,’ but ‘do I want to leavehim.’Oh god.
I stare at him, heart thudding in my chest, the telltale red tinge creeping up my neck and over my cheeks.
“No,” I whisper. “I love you.”
Ronan is a statue, staring at me, not even blinking. The heat is now flaming at my cheeks, and I turn to rush into the bedroom. I want to lock myself into the ensuite bathroom until I can face him again without my embarrassment blooming red across my face.
I only get as far as the bedroom when he catches me. Strong arms encircle my waist, and suddenly my feet aren’t connected to the ground.
Ronan tumbles us onto the bed, coming down on top of me. His hands find my wrists as he tugs them up above my head, keeping them there, his hips pinning the rest of me to the bed.
Steel grey eyes burn down into mine with a heat that makes them seem almost molten. Lowering his head, Ronan kisses me hard and passionately until I can’t remember my name.
When he finally lifts his head, I’m panting, and my chest is heaving as I fight to catch my breath.
“Ye love me, lass?” he asks, his silky smooth voice like a lightning bolt to my clit. My cheeks are fire engine red again as I nod jerkily.
“Yes,” I squeak, a smug smirk tugging at Ronan’s lips.
