Page 43 of Small Town Firsts
He set my hand on his bearded cheek. “Let me in, Sunshine.”
Into my room was easy compared to the heat and intensity of his gaze. I knew he meant so much more, but this was all I had for him. I tugged the sash of my robe open and the silk slithered apart.
He sucked in a breath and stepped forward. I slid my fingers from his cheek into the curls and along the nape of his neck to drag him forward. I didn’t want to think anymore. I just wanted his hands on me until all the noise went away.
The embarrassment of the day.
The complications of him.
The Taproom’s success landing squarely on my shoulders.
Not wanting to let anyone down.
I let all of it fall away with my robe on the floor.
Heat licked at the deep espresso brown of his eyes, leaving them almost otherworldly in the dim light of my room. A single lamp behind me kept everything from being too overwhelming. Shadows were definitely my friend when it came to getting naked with someone for the first time.
His gaze raked over me as we both fumbled to get him free of the apron. I laughed as the beads and the heavy leather cord of his necklace tangled with the neck strap of the too-small garment. Finally he flipped it off and the apron landed with my kimono.
He toed off his boots, kicking them out of the way. I was busy working on the button of his jeans as he dragged his T-shirtover his head in that way men had. The reach behind showed off every line of his arms, the ink that danced along the underside of his bicep, and the strong lines of his neck and shoulders as he stripped away the worn cotton.
I hadn’t noticed the ink on his torso when I’d hosed him down earlier today. I was much more interested in the tight slab of muscles that made up his chest and the mouth-watering ridges of his abs.
He was earthy and intense. So different from the men I usually found myself attracted to. When I allowed myself the time for relationships, they’d been uncomplicated men. Kind and unthreatening with steady jobs and even steadier demeanors.
There was nothing steady about Ronan Parrish. Solid, yes—but he was too volatile to be called steady. Too much lived in his brain, and the passion for his work came out in waves.
His intelligence and way he saw through bullshit was scary. Especially my bullshit. Calling me out as much as he demanded more from me.
“Stop thinking, Sunshine.” He grabbed my hand and instead of pulling it away, he dragged it deeper into his boxers. Wrapped his long fingers around mine as I took his cock in my hand.
He was already firm and rapidly growing as my grip tightened. He crowded into me, our feet tangling into a shuffling dance that matched the strumming guitars still pouring from the bathroom.
I twisted my hand to draw him out of the denim and cotton, letting out a whooshing breath as the length of him pressed tight against the rough hair of his lower belly. He dragged me against him until the silky cap of his cock rubbed against my soft middle.
I stroked him, learning his length and just how he liked me to touch him. His hands were gentle on my hips, allowing me the time to get used to his big body. When the tips of his fingers duginto my ass, I took it as a sign he liked the twist and pull at the tip of his shaft before I delved back into the cotton recesses of his boxers.
I wanted them off.
But I also liked the safety of the almost naked versus me dealing with all of him.
He didn’t seem to mind taking our time. We slowly swayed into a sort of box step while I learned he was slightly ticklish along his hip, he liked a firm tug, and dancing cheek-to-cheek would never be the same for me again.
My breasts brushed across his furred chest as I raised one arm to circle his neck. He bowed his head and groaned into my mouth as the first licks of languid turned to burn. The tip of his tongue flicked and teased, drawing mine deeper into his mouth to tangle.
I sighed at the warmth of his taste. The bite of hoppy flavor from the beer he must have found in my fridge mixed with pure Viking. I stroked his shaft harder in tandem to the kiss that spun out from gentle teases to taking.
His grip on my hip became a rough caress up my back. He gripped my hair, angling my head where he wanted it. His other hand slipped lower to delve beyond the cleft of my ass.
I sucked in a quick breath as he teased the tips of his fingers along the entrance of my pussy.
He raked his fingers through my hair, then wrapped the long length around his hand, dragging my head back to get to my neck. The spark of pain lit up my skin, and my nipples tightened in reaction.
He scraped his teeth down the column of my neck to my shoulder, then he rushed back to my mouth. The kiss wasn’t gentle now. Gentleness had fallen away like the clothes littering my floor.
I went up onto my toes so I could wrap my arms around him. Releasing my hair, he took the hint and banded his arm around my back so he could jam his thigh between my legs.
The rasp of the denim along my inner thighs and the more sensitive skin between my legs ratcheted up the buzz under my skin. He lifted me, hooking my legs around his waist as he took the precious few steps that would get us to my bed.
