Page 44 of Save Me
He chuckles as he fumbles for his pants pockets, pulling out his wallet. “I almost forgot. Again. Give me a sec.”
A condom. That’s what he’s going for. “What’s the point?” I say the thought out loud carelessly.
His hand pauses, a tiny frown flickering across his brow. “What do you mean?”
Shit. My panic stirs. “We’ve already done it without.”
“Right.” He studies the condom in his palm and then me, sprawled out, waiting for him.
I swallow. “You haven’t been with anyone since, have you?”
“No. You?”
I laugh at the idea as I reach out with my leg, hooking his hip with my heel to pull him into me.
But Ronan has other plans. With strong hands seizing under my thighs, he lifts me off the minifridge and switches spots, seating himself on top of the cool metal and pulling me onto his lap until I’m straddling him. “That’s more like it.” He leans back against the wall as the cold air washes over him, hardening his nipples and sparking gooseflesh.
“So you want me to do all the work, is that it?” I tease.
“There’s no work, babe.” His fingers work the small zipper at my back down. With a delicate, unhurried touch, he guides my dress up. I lift my arms up over my head to help, and in moments, it’s lying neatly on the desk beside us.
His eyes are molten as they drag over my body, naked save for the gold chain adorning my neck. “There’s no work, babe. Only fun.”
I lift my body up, positioning myself. Our moans fill the cruise shack as I settle down, my body stretching deliciously as he sinks into me, inch by inch.
This isn’t anything like last time, when we crashed into each other like two cars colliding. Now, our bodies rock against each other, slowly, rhythmically, like waves lapping at the shoreline, our gazes molten as they remain locked, my arms draped over his powerful shoulders, his hands resting at my waist.
“See? Does that feel like work?” he whispers when he’s fully inside, his thumbs stroking my ribs.
“No.” This feels like heaven, like I’ve died in this shack, as icy air skates across our bare flesh. I’ll gladlynever leave here, leave this moment between us. When it’s only us and nothing else matters.
Ronan breaks our staring contest first, his gaze averting downward, over my naked body. His mouth follows as he pulls me closer, until his outstretched tongue can reach a pebbled nipple.
I sigh with delight as he begins teasing and sucking. “God, that mouth of yours.”
“What about it?”
Wrapping my arms around his head, I pull him in closer. “I want it everywhere.” Honestly, it could be on any—any—part of me, and I know I’ll enjoy it.
He drags his teeth over my breast, sending shivers through my body as he releases it with a wet, popping sound. “And it will be, I promise.” He moves to the other nipple.
I watch as his tongue laps at it, our bodies still moving in tandem, the hints of another orgasm beginning to taunt my core.
Molten eyes peer up to meet mine. “You are so fucking beautiful,” he whispers.
I push a few wayward strands of hair off his forehead and then lean in to scrape my teeth across his earlobe and whisper, “You make me feel that way.”
With a groan, he claims my lips with his, kissing me intently as his hips start moving with a faster, jerky rhythm. His grip on my nape tightens as he thrusts upward, his other hand nestling in between us to stroke and squeeze the bundle of nerves that’ll make my body sing again.
I do my best to match his pace and effort,my arms curled around his head, until my thighs burn and sweat coats my back. In a rush, my inner muscles clamp down on Ronan’s cock with another orgasm.
“Fuck,” he groans in a deep, raspy voice. His hands are like vise grips as he throbs inside me, unloading streams of his seed in pulsating waves that seem to go on forever.
At least he can’t get me pregnant twice, I muse, as I remain draped over his firm, hard body, the air thick with the scent of sex.
“That was—” His breaths are ragged. “Incredible.”
I hum in agreement, teasing his neck with the tip of my nose. Whatever concoction of scents makes up Ronan—mint, soap, clean masculinity—I wish I could bottle the scent, bring it home with me, pour it all over my sheets. Better yet, I should just bring Ronan home and make him roll around naked in my bed?—
