Page 34 of Her Outlaw Prisoner
His lips twitch. “You only call me that when you’re trying to behave.”
“Because someone has to,” I murmur, breathless. “Anyone could walk up on us.”
He shrugs and leans over me further, blocking the sun with his body. “That’s part of the thrill.”
I laugh against his mouth, but he swallows it with another kiss, this one deeper. Slower. His hands are bold, slipping beneath the thin fabric of my bikini top, palms warm from the sun as they explore what’s always been his.
“Someone really could see us,” I protest again, though my fingers are already threading through his hair.
“And I really don’t care.”
That’s the thing about Ronan—he makes you forget where the world ends and where he begins. One year of living in paradise with him, and I’ve learned to let go. Of fear. Of shame. Of the weight I used to carry in every breath.
We’re no longer Ellie and Ronan.
We’re Hannah and Craig Walker—two ordinary people who own a quiet little villa by the ocean.A normal couple.
The thought never fails to amuse me. Because we are anything but ordinary.
He kisses down my neck, nipping at the skin as he slides his hand lower, between us, and I gasp, biting my lip.
“Still shy?” he whispers, voice low and sinful.
“Still feral?” I shoot back, my voice wavering slightly.
He smirks, eyes dark with mischief. “Always. Especially when you’re laid out like this, looking like my personal fantasy.”
I grip his arm, my heart racing under his touch. “We’re literally in public, Craig.”
“In paradise,” he corrects, dragging his mouth along the line of my jaw. “And on a beach no one else comes to at this hour.”
“Doesn’t make it legal.”
“Neither is what I did a year ago,” he murmurs, slipping his hand beneath the string at my hip, “but here we are.”
That shuts me up.
Because it’s true. He risked it all for me. And I’d do the same for him. Over and over again.
I arch into him, the sand cool under my back, his body hot and relentless above mine.
“I love you,” I whisper.
His lips pause against my collarbone. He pulls back just enough to look at me, eyes soft, wild, and full of everything I’ve ever wanted.
“I love you more,” he says. “Forever.”
His mouth is on mine again before I can say another word, hungry, claiming, familiar in all the ways that make my skin burn and my heart ache. His fingers slide beneath the strap of my bikini bottom, tugging it down just enough to make me gasp.
“Ronan,” I breathe, but it comes out more like a moan. In moments like these, when we’re alone in our own world, our souls bare and vulnerable…I still call him that. Because despite everything that happened, I never want us to forget who we really are, the essence of our existence.
“Say it again,” he growls against my mouth, tongue sliding past my lips with slow precision.
“Ronan…”
“I’ll never get tired of hearing you say my name like that.”
My fingers tangle in his hair, tugging slightly as his hand cups the back of my thigh, guiding my leg around his waist. The friction between us is unbearable. Every part of me is on fire. I can feel him, hard and thick through his swim trunks, pressing into my center like he belongs there.
