his hands so tight on my waist that it would leave marks as he pulled me down while he drove himself up. I wanted his teeth on my neck, biting me how he did when he lost control. I wanted him to be hard and merciless as he took me for himself.
But my Ronan, my beautiful, controlled Ronan, did none of those things this time.
Achingly slow, gripping a tight handful of my hair, he unhurriedly filled me with crushing restraint.
When his hard length met the deepest depth of my core, he stilled.
I exhaled in the blissful second of relief the connection gave me before punishing desire ripped through me. But in the next second, he didn’t start to move in and out of me like I expected him to.
Going perfectly still, he gripped my hair with both hands and held me captive in his embrace as he stayed seated deep inside me. “We need to go to back to Miami because a storm is coming.”
Hot, bright sun all around us, it didn’t look like there was storm coming, but I knew how deceptive the weather could be in the Caribbean. “Okay.”
His expression turned unreadable, but he pulsed deep inside me. “We can’t stay on the boat forever.”
My hands feathered across his hard biceps, and my hips ached to move with him inside me, but I needed to know where he was going with this. “Okay,” I said slower, not wanting to leave this boat, but knowing logically he was right.
“There’s an oceanfront house in Golden Beach I want us to look at.”
I swallowed. No more boat. A house. Roots. A place to raise children.
Panic and hope and joy and fear all swirled together. A house was a life. The boat was a dream. I feared one and craved the other.
“I love you, Sanaa Narine.” His hold tightened. “Take my ring.” He inhaled deep. “Marry me.”
Tears welled, my core pulsed, and all at once, my fears dissipated.
I smiled, wide.
There was only one answer. “Yes.”
My always serious, always fierce, unwaveringly alpha man smiled brilliantly. Then he crushed his mouth over mine and he was moving. Thrusting deep into me, holding me close, he touched my soul, and he touched a place inside me no one ever had.
Before I could draw a full breath, my body was doing what it always did around him, and I was falling, falling, falling.
“Sing for me, Songbird,” he demanded, his lips on mine. “Come.”
Oceans parting, stars falling, heavens aligning, I didn’t have words great enough for the soul-deep love in my heart or for the orgasm that seized my body.
My legs shaking, my back bowing, the force of my release lifting me off him as I shook, I cried out. “Ronan!” Oh my God. Oh my God.
Standing to his full height, still driving into me, his angle changed. My back hit the dash, and a second orgasm came at me like a tidal wave, then I was screaming.
It hurt, it felt too good, it was too intense, it wasn’t enough.
“Ronan,” I sobbed.
Gripping my waist, his eyes locked on mine, he slammed into me deep and held me tight. “Feel me, Songbird. Feel me fill you.”
His hot seed pulsed deep inside me.
Crying, shaking, panting, I felt him everywhere. “I do feel you.”
He pulsed again deep. “I love you.”
A tremor went up my spine. “I love you more.”
Leaning over me, he brushed my nose with his. “Not possible.”
Covering my lips with his, he slid his tongue in, and slow and languid, he stroked through my mouth with the laziness of the hot afternoon. Expertly tangling his tongue with mine, always dominant, always in control, he set the pace of the kiss and worked me into a new fury of desperation. My back still against the boat, I tangled my hands in his hair and gripped as he grew all the way hard again inside me.
Then he thrust his tongue and his hips at the same time, and I was moaning into his mouth.
But the friction made his release start to drip out of me, and I pulled back. “You’re coming out of me.”
His face serious again, he issued a command. “Arms and legs around me.”
I complied because I never didn’t comply when he was like this. Everything he did made my body sing and my heart soar.
Tucking me tight to his chest with an arm around my back and one under my legs, he stood to his full height and stepped away from the bridge. But he didn’t walk