Page 67 of Legal Attraction
She slid her fingers along his hard jaw, tipping it back up so their gazes met. “That’s all in the past now,” she assured him. “Now I love you far more than I ever hated you...”
He expelled a ragged breath of relief. “That’s good. I worried that you would never be able to forgive me.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her naked body against his. She felt his cock move between them, pulsating with desire. And her clit began to throb. She’d never wanted anyone more—not even Ronan himself.
Love changed everything, made every touch and kiss more intense. He kissed her deeply, and her toes nearly curled with the passion coursing through her.
Then he stroked his hands down her bare back to her hips and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and rubbed her clit against his penis. A moan tore free from her throat. She nearly came at just that contact. And she couldn’t stop moving, couldn’t stop shifting her hips against him.
“Muriel,” he said on a groan. “You’re going to make me...”
“Come!” she yelled as she shuddered and began to come herself. But it wasn’t enough. She wanted more. She wanted him buried deep inside her.
And he must have wanted the same, for he quickly, despite his shaking hand, rolled on a condom. Then he rolled her across the bed, parted her legs and slid deep inside her.
Muriel clutched him to her, raking her nails down his back. The muscles rippled beneath her fingertips. Then she grasped his butt. It was so tight, so firm...so damn sexy.
“You really could be a model...” she murmured against his lips as his mouth settled on hers.
He kissed her deeply, his mouth sliding over and over hers. She parted her lips on a gasp of pleasure, and he slid his tongue into her mouth. His cock slid in and out of her, as well. She arched her hips, taking him deeper and deeper.
But he rolled again, moving onto his back so that she wound up on top. She moaned as his cock sank even deeper. She was so close, the tension inside her nearly unbearable. Ronan gripped her hips, lifting her and moving her, as he arched his hips up from the mattress. They found the rhythm that was theirs alone—like a station on the radio that only the two of them could hear.
And the tension broke as an orgasm overwhelmed her. Her body shuddered as her inner muscles convulsed. She screamed as the orgasm went on and on and on...
Ronan’s hands tightened on her hips as his body tensed beneath hers. Then he shouted her name as he came. Muriel lifted herself off him and dropped onto the bed next to him. But as usual, he moved quickly—leaving her lying alone on the tangled silk sheets.
Maybe she shouldn’t have untied him. But he was back within seconds. He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her against him.
She settled her head onto his chest. His heart was still beating fast and frantically beneath her ear. “Are you okay?” she asked.
His arm tightened for a moment. “I’m afraid,” he admitted.
She’d thought he’d already made himself as vulnerable as he could be to her when he’d professed his love and then let her tie him up. But this was even bigger than that.
“Why are you afraid?” she asked.
“I’ve never felt like this before,” he said. “It’s overwhelming.”
She pressed her lips against his chest. “I know. But I will never hurt you.”
His heart beat slowed in pace and intensity. And his hand was steady as it skimmed down her back in a sweet caress. “I trust you,” he said. “I just hope I don’t screw this up. I don’t want you to leave...”
“I’m not going anywhere,” she assured him.
He must have believed her because eventually he fell asleep. And Muriel drifted off, as well.
But when she awoke a while later, panic flashed through her. Ronan was gone.
But he hadn’t gone far. She felt his lips...on her ankle. Then silk replaced his mouth as he wrapped a tie around it. The other end was already tethered to the bedpost.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Tying you up,” he said.
“Afraid I might run now?” she asked.
“Not at all,” he said. “I’m not afraid of anything anymore.”
