Page 63 of Save Me
“How wet are you?” he asks.
“Wet.”
“Show me.”
“How?”
He cocks his head. “Show me.”
I part my legs wider.
That move earns a subtle head shake.
I finally clue in about what he wants. A nervousshudder courses through my veins as I slip a hand down between my thighs and slide a tentative fingertip through my slit.
Ronan’s lips part with a sharp inhale as he tracks the move like a hawk prowling from the skies above. This man whose sexual encounters could probably rival that of a porn star’s résumé is turned on by a simple act. “Again,” he demands gruffly, his hand absently fumbling with his still-hard dick.
I do these things in private, not in front of men, and yet the way Ronan’s looking at me now, like I’m the most attractive woman he’s ever laid eyes on, stirs a feeling deep inside. “Like this?” I do it again, this time dragging my index finger back and forth several times before gently pressing into my center.
His chest heaves, and then Ronan is on his knees on my bed, approaching with clear intent.
“Already?” I ask in disbelief, watching his hard dick throb in eager anticipation.
A devilish grin consumes his handsome face as his hands settle on my knees. “I’m just getting started.”
15.Sloane
Ablaring alarm cuts into my restful sleep, earning my moan of discontent. “Make it stop!”
A male groans in answer, and then I’m being jostled as the warm, hard body slips away from me. A moment later, the terrible sound is over.
I dare to crack an eyelid. A faint ray of sun streams through a sliver in the curtain. “What time is it?” My words are barely more than a whisper. It was well after 2:00 a.m. by the time I drifted off, my body spent and my head nestled against Ronan’s chest.
“Early.” Ronan’s voice scrapes through the silence, raspier than usual.
I survey his godlike profile lying next to me, sprawled out on his back. He’s naked save for the bunched-up bedsheet doing a poor job of covering his morning erection. I resist the urge to reach down and touch it—for the moment.
“You made me sleep in the wet spot,” he grumbles.
“I did not. I always sleep on this side,” I counter,adding after a moment, “You shouldn’t have come all over my sheets, then.”
“Ishouldn’t have?” He rolls his head toward me to shoot me an amused look. “Funny, that’s not how I remember it.”
Last night is a heady blur. The truth is, it probablywasme, but it is one hundred percent Ronan’s fault. Him and that long, skilled tongue and gifted dick of his. I can still feel him between my legs, thrusting, over and over, bending my body into a dozen ways to get deeper, until I quit fighting against the urge to scream.
I lost count of the orgasms.
“Are you always like that?”
“Like what?”
“An insatiable sex demon.”
His dark chuckle fills my ear and the quiet bedroom, sparking my own laughter. “Is that a problem?”
“No, but I might die.” I might shrivel up from dehydration, all my bodily fluids leached from me in a nightly sex marathon.
“So you’re complaining.”
