Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16661 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16661 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Ignoring her body’s reaction to him and his words, she realized was going to be a thing so long as they were together. Not that she didn’t have practice in doing that, but it would be hard because she would love nothing more than to allow him to take her to heights, she knew would be incredible.
Doing her best to make a joke out of the situation, she smiled and poked at him with her finger on the hand holding the cup. “You are trying to get a rise out of me.”
He stepped into her touch. “You’ve gotten one out of me.”
Holy shit. There was no joking or teasing in his phrasing. She couldn’t help it, her gaze dropped to his crotch. No disguising the hard length pressing against the jean material. Did he shift and try to hide it?
No.
This man reached between them and gripped his hardness in his jeans. The move making his thickness all the more prevalent for her hungry gaze.
“All for you, angel.” He gave himself another squeeze before releasing his length. He put his mouth by her ear. “Anytime.” She swore he sniffed her skin. “Any fucking time.”
Again, there was no stopping her whimper as need slammed her. Wetness coating her, preparing her for what she knew would be amazing.
I’m not the one men desire, not if there are options and I’m not going to allow myself to be a placeholder.
Holding onto that mental pep talk, she smiled and shook her head. “Bet you say that to all the women.” Not giving him time to speak, she forged ahead. “Thank you for the chips.”
She slid to the side, stepping away from the warmth he emanated and picked up the chips before making her way around him, the long way, to get to her side of the bed. One more ice chip in her mouth, she sat by the head of the bed, crossing her legs as she set the cup on the bedside table. Inching back until her back hit the headboard, she pulled open the bag top.
Ronan raked his gaze over her, his lips twitching.
What I wouldn’t give to know what he’s thinking.
Then again…his gaze had her core clenching and she wasn’t sure if she could handle his thoughts. He definitely didn’t hide them.
Vivyan was determined not to ask him but her mouth didn’t get on the same page as her thoughts.
“What?”
The word slipped out.
He’d left his cup on the dresser by the television and paused in his trek to the bathroom when he turned toward her.
“Just enjoying the view of you against the headboard, angel. Only thing better will be when you’re naked, legs spread so I can see that pretty pussy of mine, glistening and waiting for my thick cock as I have your taste on my tongue. And no, I don’t say any of that to other women.” He stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind him and she moaned as need hammered her.
Breathing hard, she moved the top of her shirt back and forth from her heated skin for a moment before settling back and popping a chip into her mouth. It took two more before the taste resonated with her.
“He’s merely flirting with me.” Her words echoed in the room, silent aside from the sounds of the shower running behind the closed door.
Men didn’t usually flirt with her, especially with not such blatant words. And under normal circumstances, she wouldn’t appreciate such talk but with this man, hell, everything was thrown out.
Unsure how long she had until he came back out, she fanned her face a few times, ate another couple pieces of ice and had just put two more chips in her mouth when the door opened and he stepped out, wrapped in nothing but a towel around disgustingly lean hips.
She choked on the chips as she stared at his chiseled chest, washboard abs and arms that made the phrase “arm porn” completely understandable. It took her two tries before she could find a way to stop and swallow like a normal person.
He smirked, his hair slicked back, water droplets dripping down from his beard to land upon his tanned skin. His chest hair begged for her to touch. Her nipples pebbled at the thought of rubbing them along his body.
“You okay, angel?”
With slow movement, she withdrew a chip and popped it in her mouth. “Fine.” A slow shrug. “I’m off the road, warm, and have my favorite chip.”
“Good.” He turned to his bag which remained on the chair he’d dropped it on.
As she stared at an ass that was unfair—in her opinion—for a man to have. Holy shit, it was incredible, even covered in a towel from a maybe two-star hotel, his ass was something to ogle. She curved her fingers into her palm until her nails dipped into the skin. She wanted nothing more than to sink them into his ass. Mark him. Bring him closer to her. Hold him deep inside her.