Page 42 of Save Me
He finishes his water and tosses the empty into the trash can. “You’re hogging it.”
“I am.” And secretly praying he’ll use the excuse to get close to me.
My wish is granted in the next moment as Ronan eases forward, his strong hands settling on my knees to part my thighs and fit his body close. My heart races in anticipation of those skilled fingers scaling my legs upward, under my dress and my panties.
But he doesn’t make a move on me, closing his eyes and tilting his head.
God, is Ronan ever beautiful. I could watch him all day and night and never tire. The more time I spend with him, the more time Iwantto spend with him. That probably doesn’t bode well for me. Jeremy took no time at all to deduce my secret, and Ronan’s not a stupid guy. When he finally clues in …
Maybe he’ll be okay with it.
I nearly laugh at myself. The guy is twenty-six and virtually a stranger. He may say he’s looking for a relationship, but I highly doubt he’s looking to skip a few steps and go right into swollen ankles and dirty diapers. I need to be realistic. All this excitement, anticipation, hope that I feel in this moment will likely evaporate in an instant.
But right now, in this moment, I beg for time to stand still. “So, you were about to tell me about your threesome on Henry and Abbi Wolf’s wedding night before Jeremy interrupted.”
Eyes still closed, he smirks. “Was I?”
“Yes. Now that we’re alone, you may continue.” Because I’m genuinely curious about how one finds themselves in bed with not only Ronan but Connor.Well, I think I can figure outhowone might end up with Connor. All a woman has to do is look at him and be breathing, and the invitation will appear.
“Here you are, talking about sex again. Don’t you have anything else on your mind?” he teases.
“Honestly? When you’re around, I’m not sure anymore.” Is it because I’ve been starved for affection since Cody? Or is it just Ronan’s appeal? I’m pretty sure it’s the latter.
His eyelids crack open. “It wasn’t technically a threesome because there were four of us.”
My mouth makes an O-shape.
“Two hotel servers who were working the reception dinner that night. They brought us back to their cabin, and things just happened.”
“How do you just sleep with two women in one night?”
“Well, let’s see.” His index finger skims my inner thigh, teasing me with soft back-and-forth strokes. “They were attractive, and they took off their clothes. I think you can piece the rest together.”
I swallow against the odd sensation building deep inside me. We’re talking about Ronan fucking random women while my body aches for him to touch me intimately. I’m equal parts fascinated and resentful. “So then you and Connor stripped and just dove in?”
He chuckles darkly. “Odd choice of words, but … yeah. I guess.”
My next question stalls on my tongue as Ronan’s hand skates under the slit in my dress, his fingersbrushing my lace panties, dangerously close to my center but not hitting the mark yet.
The AC’s rattle drowns out my ragged breathing as we stare each other down, as if each is trying to read the other, to gauge the reaction to the line of questioning.
“So, did you and Connor, like,swaphalfway through?” I swallow against my racing pulse.
“Something like that.” Ronan’s index finger slides under the seam to tease my sensitive flesh. His chest rises on a sharp inhale.
“How many times have you done something like that?” My voice trembles as I do my best to play nonchalant. Meanwhile, heat is rushing to my lower belly in spellbound expectation.
He opens his mouth but stalls on his answer. “Enough times that I know it’s not what I want anymore.”
“And what do you want now?” I think I know what he’s implying but need to hear him say it.
“You. All day, every day.” He leans in to capture my lips with his at the same time that his finger sinks deep inside me.
I moan as I seize his nape with one hand, the other settling on his jaw as my body bows into his intimate touch. Everything else around us—the hot, sweaty little box of a hut, the noisy AC, the tension from the hotel, the pregnancy—all falls away into oblivion as his tongue invades my mouth, sliding across mine in a dance that I never want to end. I’m truly addicted to this man, to every inch of him.
“Seriously, what is that scent?” He breaks free anddips his head to press his face against my neck, inhaling dramatically. “Fuck, I can’t get enough of it.”
I tip my head back, giving him better access. “I don’t know what it’s called, but it was Gigi’s. She swears it lures men in and casts a spell on them.”
