Page 37 of Naughty Irish Liar

My body had no purpose until recently other than storing carbs and then I experienced what it felt like to have his weight on top of me and dramatic or not, now I felt lost without it.

He’d told mejust sex. I had to remember that.

Even angry with him the desire for Ronan still prodded me in the stomach. I’d known a long time ago there was no quitting him, regardless of whether I would ever be with him. He’d been under my skin for so long he was just a part of me now.

“Why didn’t you tell me you’d never had a man anywhere near this?”

“Who said I haven’t?” I lifted my chin. Refusing to back down from his intense stare even when his hand cupped me crudely between my legs. The fitted cotton was no barrier at all when I shook internally.

He pressed his palm as if to punish me for my lie and I moaned behind my lips, refusing to let him have my pleasured sounds. At least for now.

I wasn’t stupid.

I’d been a sex-novice up until last night, but it didn’t mean I couldn’t recognize desire when someone wanted me.

I’d never been part of the clique group at school, but I’d been one of the rare girls who got along with every group. The sports, the arts, the loners, the popular and the weird. So, boys had wanted me. Idiot boys who couldn’t hold a pencil correctly let alone find a clit, it was why I’d waited to give it to someone who would rock my world better than any late-night purchase of vibrators from Amazon.

Ronan wanted me. And he’d rocked my world.

In spite of all his bluster and assholery and his shitty attitude leaving me in bed like that with no word, he wanted me.

But I was no pushover. I wasn’t a carpet for him to walk all over just because his dick wanted another turn.

Trying to think clearly with a new, unskilled vibration running deep within my body was a challenge to ignore the hurt.

The greatest night of my life and he looked like it had been no big deal.

Fortifying my patience and locking away any girl feelings. I wanted to snap that willpower in half. With a hard swallow, the elevator car arrived announcing we were on the top floor, I settled the palms of my hands against Ronan’s hard stomach area and slid them over the muscular stretch of his chest until his height meant I couldn’t reach any further unless I sprouted another foot in size.

“I could have had hundreds of men between my legs without allowing them inside.” I felt bold as I watched his nose flare and breath rushed out from between his bared teeth. I felt like I was the one in control finally and I smiled, running a finger along the edge of his jaw feeling the bristles there. “You will never know, Ronan.”

Right before he could lunge I stepped out of the elevator and looked back at him. “Which way am I going? Since you brought me home, I hope you have coffee and something to eat.”

He didn’t say a word; his heated stare was enough to have me grinning to myself as he led me down a long well-lit hallway to the door on the end.

He ushered me inside and flipped on lights.

Whoa.

Talk about amazing.

I ventured further inside the loft-like apartment and fell in love with both the clean white and black décor and the view of the city. The lights twinkled below us making me feel we were in the clouds. The living room was lovely. Not at all what I expected his place to look like. It had mostly white and black furniture with fat cushioned sofas and a gorgeous shiny table as the accent of the room and large picture frames on most every wall and I adored the extensive windows showing three sides of the city at once.

“This is nice,” I murmured.

It was clean and lived it and it smelled like Ronan.

I could be called complacent where money was concerned having grown up in wealth, but it occurred to me how successful Ronan was.

In five short years he’d made his own empire and my heart swelled thinking back to that younger man who shadowed my dad all that summer long just working his butt off and soaking up dad’s knowledge.

I turned to find him watching me looking around his apartment, hands pushed down into his jeans pockets.

“Ronan … I’m really proud of everything you’ve achieved for yourself. Truly. Dad would be too, you should catch up with him soon, I know he’d love to see you.”

He unglued his feet and headed for me. “Take off that coat, it’s wet.”

Okay, then, so he didn’t want me giving him praise, got it.

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