Page 13 of Touch of Smoke
Her body had all these amazing curves, the small pouch of her stomach, the definition of her calf, the arch in her foot.
There wasn’t an inch of her that he couldn’t see beneath these golden lights and he loved it. But it was when she lifted her arms to him and whispered, “Ro, baby, please,” that he knew there was no coming back from this moment. Sure, he’d let that now and forever slip a few moments ago because her kisses were just too good, her body beneath his felt too right. But this right here, seeing her like this, her body and her voice calling to him simultaneously. It was over. He was done. And he would absolutely kill whoever tried to come between them at this point.
He went to her, taking each of her hands and bringing them to his lips so he could kiss and suckle each finger. Then he was between her legs again, instead of pushing her arms above her head this time, he wrapped them around his neck and waited while his dick found the haven it had been longing for.
“Look at me, Sariya,” he said when he applied the smallest amount of pressure as the tip of his dick rested against her entrance and her eyes fluttered closed. “Look. At. Me.”
She opened her eyes slowly and focused them on him. “There’s no going back this time,” he said and pushed the tip into her.
She gasped and pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.
“Do you hear me?” he asked and pushed in just a little bit more.
“Mmmm hmmm.” She nodded.
His brow furrowed as he trembled with how fuckin’ good she felt trying to suck him completely inside of her. “You are not leaving me again,” he said and eased in a little more. He’d rested his elbows on either side of her face to keep the bulk of his weight off of her, but now his arms shook with the effort to resist ramming into her and immediately reveling in the full pleasure that was her pussy. “Never. Ever. Again.”
“Ronan,” she sighed, her nails digging into his back.
“I don’t want to hear it, baby. I will chase your ass to the ends of the earth this time and drag you right back here. You’re not leaving me again,” he said, then lowered his forehead to rest against hers.
She moved, circled her hips, lifted them off the cushions, chanted some spell or something, that pulled his dick in further as her walls clutched him even tighter. He sucked in a breath and fought like hell not to cry like a baby, it felt so damn good.
“You left me, remember?” she asked, her voice making him open his eyes to find her watching him.
“You. Left. Me.” She locked her legs around his waist and used her strength to pull him in deeper.
He moaned and then chuckled. “Sneaky ass,” he chided, then kissed the tip of her nose. “You’re right though, I did leave because you told me there was no chance for us. But I’m here now, baby. And I’m here to stay,” he said sinking the rest of his length into her, until they were both gasping.
Then he pulled out to the tip, before thrusting deep again. “I’m not leaving,” he told her and pulled out again. “And neither are you.” When he slammed into her that time it was with the full intention of fucking them both senseless and that’s exactly what he did.
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“I can helpyou get your spot opened,” he said hours later when they’d finally made it up to his bedroom.
As he’d told her when they first arrived, the living room was the most furnished room of his house. In the bedroom there was just this huge California King bed. All of his colognes and watch boxes that might normally adorn his dresser, were in the walk-in closet on one of the shelves that would eventually house all of his shoes. He was still waiting for boxes to be shipped from Denver and had been buying whatever hadn’t arrived yet, so even his closet wasn’t fully stacked.
But tonight, all they’d needed was his bed.
She was lying on her back, pillows propped beneath her head. Her hair, which he’d pulled free of that band sometime during round two on the sectional, was a wild mass that haloed her face. She looked amazing against the pale blue fitted sheet she lay on because he hadn’t allowed them to retrieve the sheet and comforter they’d fucked off the bed during round three.
“How?” she asked, eyes wide and hopeful.
He loved that look, loved the fact that he could give her something that would hopefully transform it into a look of joy.That’s all he’d ever wanted to do for Sariya, to give her the world. Sure, that might sound cliché and to some extent unattainable, but it’s what he wanted. It was a goal he’d set for himself where she was concerned. He’d always said that if—or rather when—he had her, he would do any and everything he could to make her happy. And even if this part of her happiness wasn’t in his power, after seeing and hearing how passionately she’d spoken about opening this place where she could cater to the normally underrepresented portion of their community, he would’ve searched the globe for the resources to make this happen for her.
“First,” he said as he reached out to toy with one of her curls. He lay on his side, still as naked as she was, one elbow propped up so that his head rested on that hand. “I can walk you through the paperwork for the application to become a licensed dispensary.”
“Wait,” she said, shaking her head. “I don’t want to sell marijuana. I just want to provide it to our patients.”
“How do you think that’s going to happen if you don’t get yourself a supplier and to do that you need a license. Even if you’re not selling the product outright, you’ll need to go through all the legalities to be able to dispense it to your patients. And believe me, the owners were billing Medicaid and Medicare for the supply,” he said. Which was probably partly what had led them down the road to trouble.
He had already planned to look more into the clinic’s demise first thing Monday morning just so he could be clear on what was going on in her life. But now that he knew she wanted to do this, and now that they’d come to an understanding about where this thing between them was going, he was definitely going to find out everything. Just like he was going to get one of the many lawyers he knew to handle this deposition for her. No way was he allowing some jailhouse lawyer to work with her. And that’s exactly the type of help her uncle would toss her way.
But that was another story that he certainly didn’t want in his bedroom between them at this moment.
“There are also certain strains that have been approved for use, you’ll want to make sure you stay within the guidelines to avoid massive fines. From there we can start talking about financing.” He paused momentarily when she lifted an arm over her head to rest on the pillow, the movement of her breast and that dark puckered nipple distracted him.
