Ronan lifted me up and wrapped my legs around his waist to take me down to the bed. He settled himself over me, bracing himself on his forearms while his groin dug into mine, the stiff denim hard between my legs.
“Take those off,” I breathed. “Take everything off.”
Then I lay back and watched him strip down to nothing. He tugged my panties off and tossed them aside and ground his hips down. Mine rose to meet them, straining, the urgency tightening in me like a knot, needing and wanting him so badly I could hardly think.
He reached for the nightstand drawer.
“Don’t,” I said, pulling him back.
“You sure?”
“I’m on the pill. And have a clean bill of health. You?”
He nodded. “Had a workup before I left Wisconsin.” His gaze deepened. “And there’s been no one but you.”
“Same,” I said. “I want to feel you inside me. And I want you to feel me.” I hardly recognized the woman saying these things. But this was the first time I’d been in his place, the first time in his bed, the first time we’d been naked together. “I want all of you.”
His brows furrowed; his expression looked almost pained as he kissed me. The entire vibe in the room changed. Downshifted from something raw and heated to slow and intense. Ronan positioned himself over me, blanketed me with his body, so perfectly heavy. Perfectlymasculinein every way. He kissed me deeply, thoroughly, his hands holding my face, and he settled deeper into the V of my body.
“Oh God,” I moaned, arching into that first perfect thrust. Ronan was so big, so heavy and hard, touching places inside me. The feel of him without anything in the way made me dizzy.
“Shiloh, fuck…” He bent to kiss me, still holding my face. “You feel so good. Christ, so good…”
His hips rolled, undulating like a wave, slow and deep. Our skin, naked and sweat-slicked, touched in a hundred places. I felt myself begin to unravel. The slate gray of Ronan’s eyes and the beauty of his face became one reality while the heavy ache he stoked where we were joined became another. Every touch, every thrust drew me tighter, the ache becoming sharper, glassier, and stronger than anything I’d felt before.
He kissed me until kissing became impossible, and then it was just his eyes on mine and our bodies moving somewhere below, automatically rising and falling, my hips lifting as his came down.
The beauty of the night—the butterflies and the lights, the food and the dancing, and now this…him. Ronan was right there, giving himself to me.
All I could do was let go, the last of my reservations and protections crashing down as the orgasm swelled up. I pulled him tight to me, wrapped my arms and legs around him, our bodies moving like one entity, the two of us burning in one fever.
I cried out as I came, unraveled completely, delirious and lost in the best way.
Ronan came hard moments later. I clutched him to me, my core throbbing, my body humming everywhere.
A few more erratic thrusts and he collapsed on top of me, his face in the crook of my neck, his body shuddering with the last of his orgasm. His hard chest pressed against my breasts, his heartbeat pounding with mine.
I wanted him to stay there forever.
“Too heavy,” he murmured and rolled away, only far enough that we still lay tangled in each other.
He slept, and I kept my vigil over him until my eyes drooped, then I slept too.
And there were no nightmares.
Twenty-SixShiloh
Early the next morning, I woke to feel the bed dip as Ronan climbed out and drew on his clothes.
“How are you even moving?” I stretched under the sheets. “I’m not going to be able to walk for a month.”
“Miller needs me. Holden and I are going to help get rid of his mom’s asshole boyfriend.”
“What does that mean exactly?”
“Tenant eviction,” Ronan said with a wry smile, drawing on his boots. “I won’t be gone long. Stay here. The coffee maker is ready to go if you want coffee. There are doughnuts on the counter and fruit in the fridge… I wasn’t sure what you might want.”
“You have all that waiting for me? Did you plan on me coming here?”