hot. Again, the old me, of just a few weeks ago, would have scoffed at a man talking to a woman like that. It's amazing what a man willing to share his moon will do to even the strongest of feminist.
Joined only by our pinkies, we swing our hands back and forth. Then out comes the side of me that I only show to him. “I can think of another way I can show you that I mean it. Interested?"
Letting our fingers lose their connection, he grabs my hand and turns us both in the direction of the car. His long legs are moving so quickly I'm barely able to keep up in my heels. I think he's excited to get me home so I can show how much I mean my promise. Thank goodness, the car is mere feet away.
I approach the passenger door and am caught off guard when he spins me around and pins my back against the cool window. Before I can say a word, his mouth crashes into mine. His breathing is erratic, and his hands move over me in a frantic mess as though he can't get his fill and doesn't want to miss an inch of me.
He breaks our connection and opens the back door. "Get in," he demands.
Not giving his command a second thought, I walk past him and slip into the back seat, sliding over to leave room for him, because I would sure be disappointed if I was getting back here all by my lonesome. He follows me in and shuts the door.
Not sure what his plans are, I sit patiently for all of two seconds before his hand, ever so slowly, finds its way under my dress. As his deft fingertips put on a show of caressing my sizzling skin, he gently nudges my legs apart and finds the lace he's been searching for. He teases me through the lace and kisses my shoulder. His kisses find a path to my ear where his hot panting easily pulls a moan from my throat and causes me to squirm in my seat.
The hand seducing me pulls away to lift my leg over his and my other leg instinctually falls open to offer him all the access he desires. When he finally breaches the suddenly constrictive lace, he finds me wet and wanting.
"Fuck, Olivia."
"Ronan..."
As good as this feels, I want more. I know we’re in public, but the car has tinted windows, and at the moment, I couldn't care less who might see us as they pass by.
"More, please," I beg him with my eyes closed, head thrown back against the seat. The moment I make my request, he does the opposite and removes his hand.
"Come here, gorgeous," he demands with a bit more softness, but he's still deadly serious.
He tugs on my other leg and pulls it over his lap and grabs my waist to help get me where he wants me faster. As soon as he has me where he wants me, both of his hands are under my dress, and the sound of beautiful black lace ripping fills the car. I gasp and he smiles like the Cheshire cat.
At a languid pace, he pulls them from my body and then brings them up to his nose and takes a deep, seductive breath. After getting his fix, he puts them in his suit jacket pocket. "I'll buy you all the lace you want, baby, but those were in the way. I've never needed somebody like I need you, and right now I need to be inside you."
His confession has me unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants with an urgency that feels manic. I need him inside of me as much as he claims to want to be inside of me. The moment my fingers touch the softest part of him, I can feel myself swell, and I know without a doubt I am more than ready for him. I drag my thumb over the tip of him and wipe away a drop of pre-cum as I do. I bring my thumb to my mouth and suck the droplet away, and this move sends him into overdrive.
"God, dammit woman. Are you trying to kill me?" he asks, taking my face in hands and kissing me senseless. "Now," he growls into my mouth. He takes himself in hand and encourages me to lift myself over him, and just as I'm about to lower myself, his eyes of ocean blue reach