Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 93048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
“Oh my god,” I gasp, arching my back to grind myself against his mouth. I’ve never done this before, but holy crap, it feels incredible.
I let him do his dirty work, one hand gripping his shaft, before I take his dick between my lips again. I suck him fast, moaning as he licks me and I lick him, slurping and mindless and dumb with pleasure, not caring about anything but how good it feels.
He moans as he licks me, and I moan as I suck him deep into my mouth, and I’ve never had a cock in my throat and a tongue on my pussy at the same time before. I’m not going to last long, not at all, and my hips move back to increase the pressure from his mouth.
“I’m close,” I gasp and suck him faster. I’m out of my mind with bliss, and he stiffens under me.
“Baby,” he groans, and that one word pulls every single trigger I have.
He comes in my mouth. I come on his tongue. I’m so deep in orgasm bliss that I can barely swallow, but I manage to take him all as he finishes with these incredible sexy low masculine groans.
We finish together and I collapse onto the bed. Sweat beads on my back and between my breasts. He grabs me and pulls me against him, wrapping his strong arms around my body as he buries his face against my neck.
“Have I told you how goddamn gorgeous you are yet?” he whispers.
I grin so big my cheeks start to tingle. “You mentioned it. But I don’t mind hearing it.”
“Gorgeous,” he whispers, voice thick and happy.
I stay in his arms, and for once in my life, I don’t care what this means.
For tonight, I’m right where I need to be.
Chapter 19
Valentina
Iwake up in Ronan’s bed.
Seriously.
I’m in Ronan Hayes’s bed, and I’m still naked.
Never, not ever, not in a million years, did I think I’d end up here.
Last night, after he got me off twice, we passed out together, his arms wrapped around my body. I was warm and comfortable, and I guess I never got dressed again.
I can’t decide if I’m mortified or what. It’s not like I was drunk—and I’m the one that came on to him.
I can tell myself I just wanted to talk but I know the truth. I snuck into his room because I wanted to kiss him again.
“Oh my god,” I groan, covering my face with both hands. He saw me totally naked. He pulled my pussy over his mouth and basically manhandled me until he got what he wanted. I was totally out of control and now I’m extremely embarrassed.
I pull on the clothes and sneak into the hall bathroom. I do my morning routine and think about escaping back to my apartment, but that’s where Julien nearly killed me, and that’s exactly where he’ll be waiting for me if he wants to try again.
Which means I’m trapped here.
With Ronan, the guy whose face I basically humped last night.
The smell of coffee finally lures me downstairs. I’m struck by how well decorated and cozy his place is all over again. It’s even nicer in the morning: long streams of soft sunlight fall over cream-and-brown leather furniture and spread over the leaves of gorgeous plants in perfect pots.
Who the hell is this guy?
The Ronan I’ve always known is a selfish prick. I had no clue he also had taste.
“Good morning,” he says from the kitchen. He’s still shirtless, which kind of annoys me. What does he think is happening here?
“Morning.” I keep my distance. He’s clearly trying hard not to grin at me. The fucking prick.
“Want something to eat? Eggs, cereal, toast?”
“Toast would be nice.” I clear my throat, feeling extremely uncomfortable. I don’t know how I’m supposed to act in this situation.
“Coffee?”
“Please.”
“Come on, don’t stand there and stare at me like you’re not sure if you want to fuck me or punch me in the throat. Sit down at the table and pretend like nothing happened last night.”
I roll my eyes. And there’s the Ronan I’ve always known. “Is that what I’m doing?”
“Listen, love, if you want to lurk on my couch and act like you don’t know what to say to the man that provided you with two very wonderful orgasms last night, that’s fair play, I suppose. But I’m making breakfast.”
My god. I made a huge mistake. Ronan is the most obnoxious prick in the entire world, and I want to scream. But if I stay in here and act all standoffish, I’ll just be proving him right.
I sit at the kitchen table—clearly a 1950s retro-style vintage piece, and of course it’s stunning—and watch him cook, still very shirtless, struggling not to be annoyed. He brings over coffee, which is frustratingly good, and pops good bread into his toaster oven. As it cooks, he leans against the counter.