Page 43 of Formula Dreams
I’m not sure if he needs to have control, but my skin prickles with delicious apprehension as he shakes his head to deny my request.Instead, he watches me through hooded eyelids and reaches into his back pocket for his wallet.Out comes a condom and I’m breathless as I watch him roll it onto his length.
Ronan doesn’t bother taking off his pants.He pushes them down farther and covers me.One hand planted on the mattress near my head, the other gripping my thigh roughly.
I like that he’s not gentle and that he’s authentically Ronan.Our mouths meet again, slower this time, but no less urgent.I taste myself on him, and it only turns me on more.
I snake my hand between us, wrap my fingers around his shaft.It’s thick and hard and impossibly huge.“I want you,” I murmur against his lips while giving him a rough squeeze.“Now.”
The sound he makes is low and ragged, almost pained.He presses himself against me just right.It’s perfect.The heat.The promise of fulfillment.
Ronan’s forehead touches mine.“This changes things,” he says hoarsely.
“I hope so,” I breathe, and guide him in with a slow roll of my hips.The stretch makes me gasp.It’s been a while.And he’s… a lot.But I don’t want to stop.I want every inch of him.
My hands find his back, fingers flexing against muscle as he bottoms out with a shudder and a curse.
“Fuck,” he grits.“You feel bloody amazing.”
I arch up into him.“Then don’t just sit there.”
That earns me a laugh, strained and disbelieving.“Are all Italians so bossy?”
“Always,” I whisper.
And then he moves.
It starts slow, long strokes, deep and controlled, like he’s trying to memorize everything about this.I wrap my legs around his waist, heels digging in, chasing the friction.
“More,” I demand.
Ronan doesn’t leave me hanging, his thrusts hitting harder now.He drives his hips into mine with the kind of urgency that only race car drivers recognize.I meet him thrust for thrust, matching his rhythm.His eyes lock onto mine as our bodies slam together.
His hand finds my thigh, lifting one leg higher to open me even more, and that angle…
I cry out, my whole body tightening again as my second orgasm sweeps through me, bright and blinding.My nails score down his back as I gasp out his name, and he thrusts once, twice more before he groans deeply and spills inside me.
“Fuck,” he snarls, rotating his hips to draw out the pleasure.My own body ripples with aftershocks, leaving me breathless and sated.
Ronan goes still, buried deep, and presses his forehead to mine.Our breathing is erratic but starts to calm after a few moments.
I remain quiet, not just because I’m shattered in a way that’s never happened to me before, but because I’m at a loss for what to say.The only thing I know with any certainty is that was the best sex I’ve ever had and I’m already craving it again.
Ronan sighs and rolls off me, right off the bed.I push up, my elbows digging into the mattress, thrusting my breasts up.It has the intended effect as Ronan’s eyes come to my chest.
“Heading home?”I ask, trying to sound casual.Because this is not a relationship.
Ronan blinks at me in surprise.“No… getting rid of the condom.Don’t get too comfortable.”
That means he’s staying.Hewantsto stay, which implies maybe this means something.
He knocks that starry feeling right out of me though as his gaze flattens.“This is just sex, you know that, right?”
I don’t let him see the pang of hurt that causes, even though I know in my heart, that’s all it would be with a man like Ronan Barnes.I don the confident armor I’m known for on the track.“Of course it’s just sex,” I purr as I drag my hand down my stomach.His eyes darken to denim and follow the path.“But it’s sex more than one time tonight.”
Ronan frowns slightly but then lifts his chin as if to acknowledge this truth.He turns his back on me and heads into the bath, closing the door behind him.
I sink down in the pillows and exhale.“What are you getting yourself into, Francesca?”
CHAPTER 12
