Page 148 of Power Shift

My stomach flutters, and I pump my legs faster. “Me!”

I might as well have lit a fire under his ass. The sand can’t muffle the harsh pounding of his feet as he runs faster, growing closer and closer. I try not to smile so wide my cheeks rip.

The idea of being chased by someone hasn’t had an arousing effect on me before. But right now, with Ronan . . . I can’t help but recognize the pulse between my legs as just that.

Arousing.

My lace tights make running uncomfortable, but I don’t allow myself to stop yet. I want him to catch me, just not yet. Not without working for it.

“I thought you hockey players were supposed to be known for your crazy stamina? Are you tired already?” I taunt, a giggle stuck in my throat.

His footsteps are so close I’m surprised he’s not already pouncing on me. “If you wanted to test my stamina, there are other ways.”

“You haven’t earned that yet.”

A growl carries on the wind, blowing through my hair and between my legs. It intensifies the lust buzzing in my chest, and I nearly trip. The slip-up gives him the opening he needs, and before I have a chance to make a sound, we’re tumbling onto the sand.

Ronan’s arms remain locked around me even after he’s flat on his back in the sand with me above him. I blow out a laugh and use two hands on his chest to push myself up into a sitting position. His hands fall to my backside, holding firmly while I keep my eyes on his, watching.

“What about now?” he asks, voice smoky as he sucks in air.

I fidget, rolling my hips. His expression shudders, a lip slipping between his teeth. The hard length of his cock is right below me, and when I shift again—stars explode in my eyes.

He pushes my skirt up and grabs my ass beneath it, his fingers digging into the thin panties I’m wearing.

“You’ll have to be more specific,” I whisper.

Gosh, he feels good beneath me. It’s impossible not to rock forward, desperate to feel the full size of him but unable to through his thick jeans.

“Have I earned you, Petal?”

The needy octave of his voice has a whine exploding up my throat. I lurch forward and flatten my chest to his. My hands find the soft buzz of his hair and scrape their way to the back of his neck.

When my lips touch his, I shake, overwhelmed with the need to touch him. To kiss him and just feel him all over me. Both inside and out.

Yes, inside.

“Ronan, Ronan, Ronan,” I chant into his mouth as he kisses me back with the same ferocity he always has.

“I’m right here.”

He tugs at my panties and peels them down until they hug my thighs. I’m dripping down my legs and through my tights, but that doesn’t stop either of us from continuing. The mess doesn’t matter right now.

“My face. Sit on my face,” he groans, begging.

“On the beach?”

“It’s private. Nobody will see you but me. Please, Briar. Please sit on my face.”

I crawl up his body quickly, driven by lust and this unbearable need. He helps me get situated with ease, but I can sense his desire. It’s prowling beneath his skin, his instincts demanding he abandon this idea of me sitting on his face for something better.

My face in the sand and ass in the air while he slides deep and locks us together with his knot.

“I’m going to explode,” I murmur mindlessly.

“Explode for me, Briar. I’m not afraid.”

Ronan grips me by my hips and, before I can recognize the sting, has my panties ripped clean off and abandoned in the sand. I scream into the ocean air as he pulls me back, and I feel the heat of his mouth on my pussy.