Page 20 of Dangerous Strokes


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A shudder shakes her flesh as my breath caresses the sensitive skin under her ear.

“Because… uhm…”

Her chest rises and falls in rapid successions, pressing against me.

“Because why, little witch?” I punctuate the question with my teeth around her lobe, and she swallows a whimper that puts a smile on my face.

“Because I haven’t been able…” She pauses as I flick my tongue over the bite, then swipe up the contour of her ear. “To stop thinking about you.”

Me neither, but I’m more interested in her side of things now. “That’s all it took? A meeting with me and…”

“No.”

Her hand presses on my waist, holding me in place, as she takes a slow breath in.

“It was more. We look into all our potential clients, Ronan.”

Goddamn my name on her lips when she’s so breathless. It’s not fair that it sounds enthralling, like goddamn black magic. I pull away just barely, and when I turn her head to face me, our breaths turn into one.

“So, you looked into me.”

“Yes. Well, Hanna did… or Erika, as you know her. I saw your photo.”

She’s covered in goosebumps, beautifully flushed, and I’m not sure she’s conscious of the slight roll of her hips into me. So, I press myself into her in return, reveling in that sweet moment she realizes, her lips parting with a gasp. My hard fucking cock might have something to do with that too.

I grip her jaw and can’t help myself from dragging my index over that soft lip, and dipping in her mouth for one delicious moment that makes her pause.

“Go on,” I coax her.

“This was our last business deal. We were supposed to leave it all behind after this. But I just… I could not pry you out of my mind. I needed more.” She takes a deep breath as I brush my thumb on her lower lip, before dragging my hand down her throat, my hand now a pretty necklace as it presses against the base of it, on her chest.

“What did you need more of?”

“I can’t explain it. I knew something was missing, but only after I saw your photo did I understand. I needed a… particular thrill.”

“A thrill?!” I push on her chest, pressing her harder against the wet rock, slightly offended. “Is that what I am, then? One last adventure before you retire?”

I don’t miss the slight hurt in her eyes, but fuck it, I’m no one’s plaything. She wraps her hands around my arm, pulling me to her.

“You were a feeling, Ronan. I knew nothing of you, couldn’t assume anything, including if it would be returned. I just… craved. Until I met you. Then it became impossible to stop fant—thinking of you.”

Fantasizing?

I can’t help the slight grin pulling at my lips, nor the sudden roll in my hips, grinding against her.

“I know I sound like a crazy stalker. I just can’t help—”

“You’ve haunted me since the moment I laid eyes on you,” I interrupt her, and she sucks in a breath.

“Have I?”

“Every day. Even when I thought I should kill you for how you crossed us.” I drag my hand down her chest, between her breasts, across her stomach until I grip her hip harshly. “Even when I dream. Especially when I dream.”

Are these confessions too much? Too soon? Somehow, it seems bad that it doesn’t feel soon at all, but just right.

“It’s only fair. You’ve been taking over my dreams too.” She smiles and goddamn her lips and those wicked eyes.

Her hips move in an enticing, slow grind against mine, but her eyes are so focused on me, I don’t think she knows how fucking crazy she’s making me right now. My cock is bursting to feel her properly, my hands itch to stroke her soft breasts, her ass, and fuck me if I don’t want to fall on my knees right here, right now, so I can taste her little pussy too. She’s maddening and she’s not even trying.

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