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I meet his bright green eyes, and they still manage to take my breath away. He turns his head to look at me and sprinkles fall out of his hair, which sends me into another round of giggles.

He shifts until he's leaning over me, strong arms on either side of my head, keeping me upright. He leans down until he can kiss a smear of frosting off my cheek, and my breath catches again.

I can feel the smirk against my skin when he feels the change in my breath. Smug asshole. He moves to the other cheek and repeats the motion.

"We need to clean the kitchen," I tell him. "Almost all of this could kill Lezak."

"Good thing I don't pick him up from doggy day care for another four hours," Ronan murmurs against my skin, moving his kisses down my neck. I can't help but tilt my head back, granting him more access. "We've got plenty of time."

With a groan, I wind my arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer as he gently nips and sucks at the skin of my neck. He settles fully against me, content to stay right where we are, not move a single inch.

"Ro—" I gasp when he licks at more frosting that’s settled around my collarbone. "Ronan."

"What, gorgeous?"

Oh, my god. The gravelly tone of that question has instant heat pooling in my stomach. I can't believe this is happening, again. For the third time.

He moves back up my neck until he can capture my lips in a searing kiss.

"We…wecan't." The last word is said in a whine when he reaches down to squeeze my breast. "Fuck."

With a smile, he places a few quick kisses against my lips, his hand sliding down until it can sneak beneath my shirt. "What excuse do you have for me now?"

Every possible excuse I could ever come up with practically flies out of my head. My fingers tangle in his hair while his fingers skim up and down my ribcage.

Everything is different with Ronan. There's no moment of hesitation when his hands first glide over a layer of fat. There's no admiring me when I'm spread out on my back, looking thin. There's awe and reverence with every gaze, every touch, and every kiss. I feel cherished by him in a way I never have before.

He chuckles against my neck before pushing the fabric of my shirt up, revealing my stomach. I let out a tiny moan as he starts kissing down my neck toward my collarbone again.

"Did I make you speechless, baby?"

When I look down at him, he's resting his chin against my chest, smirking up at me. His eyes are hazy, pupils so dilated I can barely make out the bright green iris. It's physical proof that I'm as capable of wrecking him as he is of wrecking me.

"We should move," I decide, finally remembering what I had started to say moments ago. I nod when he looks at me, confused. "We're on the floor, Ronan. We're both in our thirties."

"Trying to tell me I'm only good for the missionary position or something?" As though he wants to prove a point, he grinds down against me. "I'm not that old, and neither are you."

I bite back a smile, but the laugh still comes bubbling out. What is with this man and his ability to make me laugh during sex? It's still new to me.

"That's not what I was talking about," I tell him, his hand skimming down to trace the waistband of my leggings. Goose bumps prickle my skin. "Your leg—"

"My leg is fine," he assures me. "I'd tell you if it wasn't."

"But, Ronan—" I cut myself off with another gasp as warm fingers slide beneath the waistband of my leggings. "Oh, god."

He's still watching me, eyes dark and heady as my head lolls back, all thoughts of his leg forgotten.

As his finger finds my clit, starting with slow circles, he buries his face against my neck, offering soft kisses to the skin.

This man is going to ruin me. There are small whimpers coming from somewhere, but it isn't until he pulls back with a deep kiss to my lips that I realize it was me.

"Babe." I gasp against his lips. "Please."

"I'm not fingering you without lube, baby. We have a couple of options here, though. We can go upstairs and finish what we started, or I can take you against the counter."

Despite the heat shooting through me, melting me into a puddle right on Ronan's kitchen floor, I can't help but laugh. "You don't have lube down here, but you have supplies to do that."

Dark eyes take me in and sinful lips smirk down at me. "Come on, baby, you and I both know I can get you ready to take me with just a condom."