Page 45 of Tempted By Poison

My heart stutters against my chest as I work my hands up the curves and dents in his arms, reveling in the bits of him that I can get. I should be somewhat worried about one of the team members waking up, but currently, I’m not thinking about it.

All I want is him.

I’m supposed to be a professional solider; I don't go back to a man after a one-night stand. But was it really a one-night stand?

He groans lightly as I sweep my tongue deeper into his mouth. He reciprocates by gliding his tongue in a perfect swirl around my slick mouth.

Pulling back, he presses his forehead against mine. He breathes fans against my bruised lips.

“Little snake, you are tempting. I’d advise us to stop now, or I’ll have to drag you into that bathroom and do some awful things to you. Then again, I’ve been needing a taste of your sweet pussy, anyway. I didn’t have a taste of it last night, among,” his nails dig into my hair, “everything else that happened.” His voice is deep, husky, and full of desire.

My pussy aches even more for two reasons:

I know he’s serious about dragging me in there.

I've rarely allowed a man to lick or taste me there.

Only once and he was so terrible I never tried again. It’s such an intimate, delicate thing, and I’ve always just brushed past it, knowing that most men probably have no clue what the hell they're doing. So, I will fuck you, and that is all.

The thought of Ronan licking my cunt, really rouses my blood. I clear my throat gently.

“We can’t; there are people here.”

“You think I give a fuck?”

“I don't allow men to eat my pussy,” I say bluntly.

His face contours into confusion, and it's the sexiest expression I’ve seen on him thus far. Then they dim with lust, and I can tell it's full of filthy thoughts. “You’ve never had it done?”

“I have. Only once. Most men, know shit when it comes to pleasing a woman.”

“I think you know by now I’m no ordinary man. I’ll please you properly.” He grins and I can see the challenge in his gaze.

Images bombard my mind. Ronan pinning me down, hiking up my legs, and licking my clit until I'm withering in a puddle of my own mess. I don't mean to nip my lip and squeeze my thighs together, but I do.

He closes the gap again, and I shiver with no regard. “Let me show you,” he whispers in my ear. “I’ll even let you guide me on how you want it. Although you won't have to because I’ll make you feel so damn good you won’t even remember that wimp who had no proper training. I’ll be your first. And only.”

And only.

I swallow. “Your team is here.” I dart my eyes warily, but Ronan doesn’t seem to give a shit.

Pulling me to his lips, he gives me another hard kiss. “Our team. Your family.”

The muscles in my stomach swirl uncontrollably, and I couldn’t control it if I tried.

Family.

I give him one last savory kiss but nudge him away by his shoulder—even though there are things I would love to do to him right now or him to me. Instead, I grab at the fork.

“Are you going to at least enjoy this cinnamon roll with me?”

He groans, adjusting the bulge in his pants. I don’t stare too long, or I might just forget why I didn't ride him right here.

“It’s not as sweet as your pussy. But it'll do for now,” he says with a tantalizing smile, baring his dimples and devilish gaze.

I point the fork at his lips. “You have no idea how I taste.”

“Let me find out, and I can tell you,” he challenges.

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