My back banged against the glass from the force of his hips, and he ripped his lips away from mine.
“No,” I protested, but a second later, his mouth was on my breast.
His teeth captured my aching nipple, and the heated sensation shot straight to my core. “Ronan.”
He ripped the other side of my dress. “You like it rough, Songbird?” His mouth found my other nipple.
Gripping his impossibly soft hair as his hard, wet mouth did things to my nipples I’d only ever heard about, I dug my heels into his back and spoke from the heart. “I love every way you touch me.”
His tongue swirled around my nipple, but then he pulled back and looked into my eyes with an almost stern expression. “Trust me?”
“With my life.” With my heart.
Nodding once, his intense gaze not wavering, he issued a command. “Arms around my neck.”
Reluctantly letting go of his hair, I did as he said.
“Good girl,” he murmured, snaking his arms under my legs, and taking my full weight as he stepped back from the window.
Ronan had always been strong. The muscles in his body had always been defined, but now, as a man, his arms, his thighs, they were much bigger than when he was twenty. And he wore his strength differently. Now he carried himself like a warrior.
His strides sure, his hold tight, his eyes never leaving mine, he walked us into the bedroom.
The erratic, frenzied beat of my heart turned into a double tap firing so quickly that it pulsed in my ears. I wanted to tell him I was nervous. I wanted to tell him I loved him. I wanted to tell him I hoped I was already carrying his child, but I said none of it.
I waited with bated anticipation as he carefully set me on my feet in front of the bed.
I kept my words as he stepped back only enough to lift his shirt over his head.
I held still as his gaze took in my bare breasts while he undid his belt and unzipped his pants.
But when he stroked himself through his fitted black boxers as he stepped out of his boots, I bit my bottom lip with heated eagerness.
“You waiting to see me, Songbird?”
I was. “I am.” I’d never seen him naked.
He stroked himself again as he kicked his pants away. Giving his hard length one more pass from base to tip, he slid his boxers off.
Instinctually and without thought, I dropped to my knees. My hands braced on his thighs, and my ripped dress pooled around my waist as I stared at the hard, huge length of him.
I licked my lips.
His palm landed on my throat in sheer dominance, then he slid his hand up and cupped my face. “Oh, Songbird, if you put your mouth on me, I’m not going to be able to make love to you.”
A drop glistened at the end of his penis, and I didn’t think.
I leaned forward, and my tongue swirled over the head as I captured his salty musk. I didn’t know what I expected, but once I tasted him, my core constricted painfully and I couldn’t stop myself. I put my mouth on him.
His deep groan filled the space around us as his hold on my face dropped to my jaw and tightened. He fisted himself, but then he abruptly pulled back. Before I could protest, he brushed the tip of himself across my lips. “I’ve fantasized about this moment more than you could possibly imagine.”
Insecurity suddenly seized my chest, and I didn’t want to disappoint him. “I’ve never done this.”
With his eyes dark and intense, and his gaze locked on me, he stroked my cheek with his thumb. “You don’t know how happy that makes me.”
“What if I do it wrong?”
“Open,” he quietly commanded as he brushed across my lips again, but with more pressure.
I did as he said.
He eased the entire head of his hard length into my mouth.
Opening wider to accommodate him, I swirled my tongue against the ridged underside and greedily sucked more of him in.
His hand grasped my face tight as he wordlessly commanded me to hold still.
For one heartbeat, with my eyes locked on his, I held my breath and my tongue.
His nostrils flared then with a controlled, clipped movement he nodded once. My heart leapt and his fingers slid into my hair, forcefully gripping the strands as he