Page 59 of Cross-Checked

“Ronan . . .”

God, I fucking love it when she uses my first name.

She stares up at me like she doesn’t know what she wants to say next, so I plant my hands on either side of her and lean in close.

“Yeah, Sunshine?”

She clears her throat, and whatever sentimental thought she was having disappears. “You’re wearing entirely too many clothes.”

“As are you,” I say, then grasp the hem of her t-shirt, lifting it over her head and carefully sliding it over her injured arm after she’s pulled her head and her other arm through. Beneath it, she’s wearing a nearly sheer bra with underwire cups. There’s a ribbon of lace that runs from the center, across each breast, to the strap, and beneath it, her nipples are so hard they’re pulling the lace away from her skin.

Hooking my thumbs under the fabric, I slide the cups down under her breasts so those pretty pink nipples are exposed, rubbing the rough pads of my thumbs up and over them. She’s biting her lip as she moans out her pleasure, and her legs come around behind me, circling my waist and pulling me to her.

Dipping my head, I trail my tongue across one of her nipples while I continue toying with the other, then suck it into my mouth with a long pull that elicits another deep moan. Moving to the other side, I repeat the motion as she tilts her hips up, grinding her center right along my cock.

“Fuck,” I groan as I pull back and take her in—how her nipples are wet and glistening where I hold her tits in my hands, the way she’s anchored herself to my dick, how she’s panting with longing. “You look good when you want my cock.”

She glances down at where our bodies meet. “And you’d look a lot better without those pants on.”

I unbuckle my belt slowly, watching her face as she focuses on my hands. I wonder if she even realizes how she’s licking her lips in anticipation? I kick my shoes off, then hook my thumbs in my waistband, sliding both my pants and boxers down my thighs and letting them fall to my feet, where I kick them out the door into the hallway.

“Is this more to your liking, Sunshine?”

She drags her gaze up to mine like it’s taking a lot of effort to tear her attention away from my cock, but the small smile on her face lets me know she likes what she sees. “I guess that depends.”

“On what?”

“On what you plan to do with that thing.”

I step back between her legs until my thighs hit the countertop and my dick is pressed up against her stomach. “Alessandra.” Leaning in close, I cup her breasts in my hands again, sliding my thumbs over her nipples and making her squirm as I say, “My plan is to ruin you for every other man, forever. You just have to ask.”

There’s a momentary look of doubt that passes over her face, like I’ve pushed her too far and she’s unwilling to ask for what she wants. And then it occurs to me that maybe no one has ever asked her what she wants. Maybe sex has never been about pleasingher. I hope that isn’t the case, but given some of the things she opened up about last night, it wouldn’t surprise me if that was true in her marriage, at least.

“I want you to make me feel good. I want to forget that my wrist hurts and that my ex-husband was a spineless dick and that we’re still down one game in this series.” She reaches up and presses her good hand to my breastbone before trailing her fingers down between my pecs and along the groove between my abs straight down to my waist. And when she wraps her fingersaround my throbbing hard cock and runs her hand up and around the head before sliding back down to the shaft, my eyes roll back. I have to force myself to take a deep breath through my nose before I fucking pass out. “Go ahead.” She nods and raises her eyebrows like she’s challenging me. “Ruin me.”

My mouth crashes into hers with a tortured moan and, like always, she meets my energy. But the long pulls of the kiss, the soft and eager sounds escaping her throat, combined with the way she’s working her hand up and down my shaft, have me way too close. So I pull back, lifting her hips and sliding her thong down her legs, then dropping to my knees on the cold tile floor.

She lets loose a hiss that turns into a sigh as I bring my arms under her thighs, smoothing my hands over her hips and then resting my palms on her lower abdomen as I use my thumbs to spread her pussy open in front of me.

Her silky pink skin glistens with her arousal, and when I lean in to taste her, she releases a shuddering breath. As my tongue works circles around and over her clit, she gasps once and then once more before sinking into the sensation, her hips beginning to move to the rhythm I’m setting. A small moan escapes her parted lips, and when my eyes flick up to hers, she clamps her lips between her teeth like she’s embarrassed by her reaction.

“No way, Sunshine,” I tell her. “Those sexy moans belong to me. I’m working for them, and I want to hear them. I need to know what this does to you, and you’re going to tell me...or I’m going to stop.”

“Oh my god,” she says on a gasp as she leans back, resting her shoulders and head against the mirror. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

“Then don’t hold back.” I lean forward again, licking her from the bottom of her pussy up to her clit, and back. “Tell me what you like.”

“This,” she pants, and I return to lavishing her clit with my undivided attention. And when my chin is soaked with the evidence of her arousal, I change the angle of my face so I can press two fingers to her entrance.

Her gasps and moans, her sweet scent, the warmth of her body—they all consume my senses, and I swear I’ve never been more turned on by a woman in my life. I think I might die if I don’t get to see her come undone for me.

“Yes,” she encourages, looking down at me. “I want to feel you inside of me.”

I slide my fingers into the tight space, and the way her pussy clenches has me moaning, too.

“Fuck yes,” she says, then whimpers, “I’m so close. Oh my god...”

She’s meeting my fingers thrust for thrust, the silky walls of her cunt clamping down on them so hard that I can’t wait to know what she feels like on my cock. But first, I want to know what she feels like coming on my fingers and my face, so I curl my fingers inside her slightly, feeling the telltale ridges that I know will give her even more stimulation while clamping my lips around her clit and sucking her against my tongue.

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