lost his wits, ever. Not with a woman in his arms or in his bed. Not with anyone. But Audrey did crazy things to him. Her hand moved lower, tentative, and her fingertips brushed the sensitive head of his cock. It was so brief and fleeting that he wanted to growl in frustration.
Heat flushed across her neck and cheeks, and she hesitated before wrapping her hand around him. The guttural noise that came from the back of his throat was almost…animalistic. He urged her on, and she slid her hand up and down, stroking him.
“Audrey,” he moaned and pushed his hips forward into her grip. He knew that it would be a fight to hang on. “That’s so damn good.”
As if emboldened by his praise, she pushed him so that he was lying flat on the bed and she was leaning over him. Seeing Audrey take charge…shit. Her lips brushed his cock. Every muscle in his body was coiled. She drew him in, sliding him along her tongue while her hand ran up and down his thigh, nails scraping against his skin.
“That’s enough.” His voice came out strangled. Edgy. He tangled his fingers in her hair, ready to pull her back, but she eased him out of her mouth and swirled her tongue over the tip of him.
“I’m enjoying this.”
“So am I.” He grunted, sweeping the hair over her shoulder and easing her back. “Too much.”
He tore the foil packet open and rolled the condom down on himself. Then he pulled Audrey toward him, encouraging her to straddle him. She hesitated at first, but after a second, she squared her shoulders and slid one thigh over him.
“You look incredible from this angle,” he said, running his palms up and down her thighs. Her hair trailed over her body. “From every angle.”
His cock rubbed at her entrance, sliding between her slickness as he coated himself in her. Then she reached down between her legs and guided him into her. He pushed up, and, in one fluid movement, the shock of how tight she was enveloped him.
“Give me a second.” She came forward, bracing one palm against his chest and squeezing her eyes shut. After a brief respite, she left out a soft moan and started to move her hips, rocking back and forth. “Oh yes.”
Watching her take control was everything. He gripped her hips and thrust up to meet the rhythm she’d set, letting her dictate the pace. Audrey didn’t hold back. She angled herself so that one palm came down on either side of his head and her breasts brushed against his chest with each stroke. He reached around and grabbed her ass, sinking his fingers into her flesh.
“Yes, Ronan.” She came down lower, pressing her face into his neck and rocking her hips in a frenzied motion.
“Don’t hold back,” he said. “I want to feel you shake.”
She grabbed his face in her hands and pressed her mouth down to his, meeting him thrust for thrust. Then he plunged deep, his body pulsing as he came, and she tipped over the edge a few seconds after, his name falling from her lips.
Chapter Seventeen
There are chili peppers so hot they can kill you.
Audrey had crept back home at the crack of dawn the previous night, parking on the street instead of risking the sound of Big Red’s engine waking anybody up. But what she’d shared with Ronan was well worth a little subterfuge. And thankfully the house had been completely quiet. Not even Georgie, who was a light sleeper, had stirred when Audrey slipped into their bedroom.
Morning had come too soon, but Audrey didn’t feel as though she was surviving on barely four hours of sleep. Instead she felt as though a fluffy cloud was helping her float through her day, and a dreamy smile had been stuck permanently on her lips. Now it was afternoon, and Audrey had gone to pick up Deanna from school.
“I’m so glad I didn’t have to get a ride home,” Deanna chirped as she slid into the passenger seat. “I was worried Big Red wasn’t going to make it back.”
“She was grumbly this morning.” Audrey patted the steering wheel affectionately, but when she started the engine, a deep, shuddering rattle made her cringe. “I’m worried she’s on her last legs. Joe said we can only keep patching her for so long.”
Deanna giggled. “Sounds like she needs to stop smoking cigarettes.”
“She does.”
“So…does this mean I get another fact, since you’re driving us home?”
Audrey glanced at her