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It didn’t mean I rated lower than jerking off…

I had no idea how long I waited for Ronan with my pussy aching, and my thighs churning together.

Because I fell asleep breathing in his scent and my heart hurting for something that might never happen.

CHAPTER 12

Ronan

She was waking far too slowly for my liking.

My patience was shot.

After spending an entire night with her vined around me and then her perfect ass grinding into my aching dick, I could be forgiven for my impatience to climb between her legs and taste what I was promised last night until I walked into my bedroom to find her fast asleep.

I hadn’t tried to wake her. I should have taken her home to her own bed. But I shucked my clothes and slid in behind her.

Only to wake hours later with her half-sprawled over my chest. Tits pressed into me, and her leg sprawled across my thigh with her hot little pussy practically burning me through her small pair of unnecessary panties.

Shy little thing must have climbed into bed in her underwear. As if that would have deterred me from fucking her. The cotton was so thin even now I could have pushed it aside and sank into heaven in seconds.

Fuck. She was driving me insane, making me think dark—overpowering things I’d never thought before about any woman I slept with.

I loved women but I wasn’t a man who wanted to keep one all for myself because I’d tasted her untouched body and now that’s all my tongue wanted.

Except now that’s what I ached for.

I brushed my mouth against her ear. Even asleep she was so sensitive to touch when she angled towards me, it made my cock hurt. “Catherine…”

“Hmm?”

“Wake up, Catherine.”

“Five more minutes.” She moaned, her face in my shoulder.

I knew what would bring her fully awake and seconds later her gasp was alert. I listened to her rapid breathing level out and then she turned her head my way.

Goddamn, her eyes, even dreamily half mast were gorgeous.

It made me mad how fucking gorgeous she was and how she affected me.

Thank Christ she was awake. My mouth got to work on her throat, licking and biting gently. I could devour her whole until there was nothing, but ginger hair and freckles left.

“Ronan?” My name held a question.

“Hm?”

“Is your hand in my panties?”

Told you I knew of a way to wake her. I fed my longest finger through her wet slit until I reached the little bundle that made her jerk against me. She was so goddamn warm and slippery.

“Yeah.” If she needed further proof I palmed her pussy andrubbed. “Are you tender here?”

“Oh, my god…” she exhaled, clutching all of her fingers into my torso beneath the covers. I went right on rubbing her into a wet mess. “No, I’m not sore. Oh, god. I need to shower and brush my teeth, Ronan. I have morning breath.”

She was foolish if she thought I would stop before I’d wrung a hard climax out of her. Already she was fucking my hand until I slipped two fingers deep inside, curling them inward, giving her something to grind on. I buried my face in her neck and did my own grunting. “You smell incredible, you feel incredible. Warm and wet andtight. Little virgin so tight.”

I stopped whatever she was about to say and showed her I didn’t care about toothpaste by slamming my mouth down on hers, giving the deepest, hungriest, open and wet kiss that did nothing to assuage my need.

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