Page 103 of Small Town Firsts
Whatever had held him back had been unleashed. He reached around me and pushed things out of the way on the work table then lifted me up to set me on the bench.
The softness was gone, and my Viking had returned. I didn’t want to think about the emotions that had flooded his dark eyes. The intense lust was easier to embrace even if it also scared the crap out of me. Everything was huge with Ronan.
I reached for the button of his work pants. At least this huge part, I was more than willing to get a piece of. “Hurry,” I said and reached in to find his length.
He gripped the bench on either side of me, his head bowed. “Sunshine, finesse is not in this workshop right now.”
“I don’t want you to hold back. I don’t need pretty. I just need you.”
His chin snapped up and his eyes blazed.
I curled my fingers around the base of his cock. So hard and hot and perfect. Made for me. “I need this in me. You fill me up so good.” I couldn’t believe I said that, but it was true.
“Tighter.” He pressed his forehead to mine, growling as I obeyed.
I opened my legs wider so he could get closer. My thumb swirled over the crown of his head where it was damp with precum. I lifted my thumb to my mouth and licked it clean. “I missed your taste. When you came in my mouth for me.”
“Fuck.” He slanted his mouth over mine, his tongue swirling over mine as if to steal the taste back.
I chased it. The salt mixing with his cider—our cider. It would be ours when we were done. I was sure of that now.
I drew him out of the confines of canvas and the heavy zipper.
He ripped his mouth free from mine and threw his head back with a groan. “Sunshine.”
“Help me.” I let him go enough to grab onto his shoulders and he seemed to understand.
He jerked at my shorts, dragging them over my ass with my underwear before setting me back down on the wood. I’d probably end up with a splinter in a less than ideal spot but right then I really didn’t care.
My legs got tangled in the worn cotton until finally my ankle was free and he pushed my knees open. “Kira, you make me insane.” His gaze focused between my thighs.
I hadn’t really thought this one through. It wasn’t like we were in my bedroom. “Protection?”
I probably could wing it based on where I was in my cycle, but that was so damn reckless. So not me. I hadn’t been intimate with anyone in so long, there hadn’t been any need for me to be on birth control.
“Where’s my fucking bag?” He tried to back up, but my hand was already back in his pants. “Jesus. Give me a second.”
I dragged the tip of him against my inner thigh. “Hurry.”
He reached over on the bench, crowding into me. “Where’s my fucking wallet?”
He was so close to me. I lifted my hips instinctively to take him, to get him closer to where I was so hot and…God, was the word needy? Who the hell was I? I’d worry about that later.
After I came.
“Hurry the hell up, Viking.”
“I wasn’t prepared.” He pushed papers and notebooks aside. A glass beaker rolled across the table and hit the floor with a clink then rolled away.
The music was still playing. A bluesy guitar piece with an epic voice swelling over it. It invaded my brain and rolled through me as I slicked the head of his cock through my wetness.
“Shit, Kira. Give me a second.”
I scraped my nails up the line of hair that bisected his abs to his chest. I needed to taste whatever I could get my mouth on. His jawline, which was far more beardy than the last time I’d kissed him, buzzed against my lips. I moved down to swirl my tongue along his Adam’s apple. The rasp of the shorter hairs abraded the tip of my tongue, ratcheting up my desire.
I buried my face into his neck and nibbled on the pulse point. Thrilled at how it fluttered under my tongue, echoing how crazy I felt as well. “Inside me. Or in my mouth.”
He laughed harshly. “You’re trying to kill me.” He straightened back up with a foil packet in hand. “In that perfect pussy first.”
