Page 46 of Rock Out Together
Just me.
When I turn to face him, his hands clench into fists, and his chest rises and falls on a shaky breath. It makes me stopin my tracks. The coffee table is between us, but I imagine I can feel every breath that leaves those luscious lips of his.
I won’t lie, I’ve re-lived our make out session many times. He moves around the coffee table without a word and walks toward me. Now it’s my turn to hold my breath. With my hips swaying, I turn away from him, trying to gather myself. It doesn’t stop him advancing, and I watch his reflection in the window.
Ronan stops behind me. I can feel the heat from his body, even though he’s not touching me. His hand slips around my waist and he lifts the Walkman from my belt. Part of me wonders if he is treating that with kid gloves, or it’s me causing him to move so reverently.
When he slides the headphones from my ears, it feels like he’s stripping away a piece of me. The room is strangely silent without the music in my ears. Ronan sets the Walkman down and presses something on the entertainment system. The music transfers to the speakers.
That is some impressive technology. I need to figure out how to do that. I’d need to get a Walkman first. And a super expensive entertainment system.
Ronan’s hands land on my hips, making me jolt out of my musings. He steps closer, and he moves his hips side to side, the motion and his hands on my hips make me move with him.
I can’t help leaning back into him. His hands grip me a little tighter. He’s firm and strong and his cologne smells like heaven.
There is a choice to be made here. Be the sensible one and step away. Or…
Ronan slides one hand up my arm and brushes my hair back off my shoulder. It’s almost natural how my head tips onto his shoulder to make it easier for him. My eyes sweep closed as he runs his nose up the side of my neck until his face is buried in my hair.
“I’ve wanted to touch you from the first moment I saw you,” he breathes out against my ear before nipping my earlobe. “After your studio I’ve thought of nothing else.”
My stomach swoops and lifts all at once. I feel lightheaded and hot.
His voice, oh Jesus. The whisper of his breath on my skin sends tingles all the way down my spine and straight between my legs.
Stepping away from him leaves my mind, I can think of nothing dumber right now. Not just because of who he is.
I feel the same. From the moment we sat down to talk at Franny’s wedding, I’ve wanted this. I won’t lie, even seeing him in a dress got me hot.
It’s shocking to realize this is more than the physical. It’s him. The person he is. He understands me. The way we talk, the banter, the push and pull. The comfort I feel around him. I haven’t met my match in Ronan, but he isn’t scared by how forthright I am. How nothing is off limits for me.
A lot of men have run from me in the past and it’s left me harder, more impenetrable. Will Ronan be the one to change that?
His lips touch my neck more firmly, bringing me out ofmy head and back to the moment. My hands find his and I lace our fingers. He lets out a small groan then opens his mouth, sucking my skin, all the while he is still moving us in time to the music.
It’s sultry, it’s sexy, it’s getting me hot and wet. There is a deep throbbing beat between my thighs, my pulse is spiking and my breath going shallow.
“Fuck, Cora.” He moves back and spins me around so we’re chest to chest. His is rising and falling and his pupils are blown out as he looks at me. “This dress,” he groans, using his fingers to tease the tie at my waist.
I’m barely holding on here. It’s wrong to throw yourself at the hot rock star, right? I track the movement as he pulls his lower lip between his teeth. It’s my turn to groan.
I know what it feels like to kiss him. I want more.
A burning hot fire scorches up inside of me, lust, arousal,need.
Surging up, I press my mouth against his and Ronan doesn’t disappoint. He wraps one arm around my waist, tugging me tight against him, and parts his lips, drawing me in, tasting me, turning my blood molten.
ronan
. . .
With a few simplesweeps of my tongue against hers, I’m gone.
Since our last kiss I’ve thought of nothing other than putting my lips on hers again. And other things.
I’ve never randomly got hard just thinking about the curve of a woman’s lips as she smiles, the way her hands move as she uses her camera, holding it like it’s something precious to her.
I’ve fuckingdreamedabout her. I was excited when I saw the polaroid’s she sent me, but that was nothing compared to the fucking vision strolling into my house earlier.
