Page 55 of Small Town Firsts
I sagged over the back of the couch and couldn’t seem to catch my breath.
He grinned up at me, nipping my knee. “Goddamn, woman. Let me go again.”
“God, no. I’m going to pass out.”
He laughed and lifted me up and over his shoulder.
“Ronan! Did you hear what I said?”
“I did.” He strode across the living room to the kitchen. He stopped at the pizza box and grabbed that and the bottle of red. He handed me the wine opener. “Round three!”
“No round three. You’re insane.”
But I was laughing as he took me to bed.
A drunken round three sounded really good right about now. Especially since I had condoms in my bedroom.
FOURTEEN
RONAN
THINK THERE’S A HALLMARK CARD FOR THAT?
I woketo my cheek pressed to a foreign mattress. I peeled my eyes open and winced at the sun streaking around the cracks in Kira’s blackout shades. The room was dim for the most part, which my throbbing head appreciated, but there was still a considerable amount of light trying to kill me.
Chancing movement, I lifted my head and found a tumble of dark hair beside me. The whiskey and blond streaks seemed more chaotic than usual thanks to our very sweaty evening’s activities. My arm was clamped around her waist and our legs were tangled intimately.
Not the vying for space kind of deal—more like we simply fit.
And dammit, I’d felt that all last night.
I’d been nearly obsessed to keep my hands and mouth on every inch of her. For fuck’s sake, I’d left brands on her skin. Tiny, purpling bruises dotted over her golden shoulders and along the nape of her neck where I’d feasted as I took her from behind a few hours before dawn.
Losing myself in her so many times, I’d lost count.
We’d killed all four bottles of wine, the pizza, and not nearly enough water to combat our sins.
I was a husk of a man, and I couldn’t stop smiling.
I rolled over and the groan escaped before I could bite it back. I needed a gallon of water followed by a gallon of coffee and a shower hot enough to flay a layer of skin off.
Kira made a grouchy grunt and kicked at my leg.
So much for the perfect pretzel we’d started with.
I curled around her, dragging her onto her side so I could spoon around her. “I think we need to get up.”
Her answer was more whine than groan. Unfortunately, the traitor that was my dick didn’t really care. The curve of her ass against my thighs was enough to wake him. Okay, so the morning didn’t really count. Having all her soft skin against me, smelling of us combined as well as a hint of that moonflower I couldn’t get enough of didn’t help me ignore it.
I dragged my lips along her shoulder, pushing the silky mass of her hair aside so I could trace the outline of my marks on her neck.
She shivered and tucked her ass more firmly into me. “Don’t make me wake up yet.”
I sucked lightly on her skin and slipped my hand between her thighs.
She hissed, clamping my hand from moving. “Sensitive.”
“Well used,” I said with a smile against her neck. “I’ll be gentle.”
