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NICKY

T he impact of Ronan’s kiss crashes me into the doorframe with an oomph !

He captures me against the cool beam of metal. I moan into his mouth and his tongue surges powerfully against my own. Our lips are instantly at war. Our hands battle with buttons and zippers and fabrics that are annoyingly getting in the way.

“The door…” I whisper against his jaw.

“What…?” he whispers back, sounding more than a little dazed.

“We didn’t close the door,” I laugh breathlessly.

Ronan looks around drunkenly, finally realizing the position we’re in, with our bodies halfway between the privacy of my dimly-lit room and the very bright, very public hotel hallway.

“Right. Sorry,” he mumbles, not sounding sorry at all.

Ronan spins me off the doorframe and we stumble into my hotel room, the door clicking shut behind us. Our breaths are harsh and jagged as we make out in the dark, cluttered space.

Sometime between kisses, Ronan sifts his fingers through the curls to fall into my face.

He slides his hand along my cheek, angling my face up to his. “You want this?”

I nod into his palm. “Yes.”

His fingers tighten in my hair as he diligently searches my eyes. “You sure?”

“Yes, Ronan,” I breathe out.

Do I know this is wrong? Absolutely. Do I want it anyway? Hell fucking yes. I’m done fighting the attraction I feel toward this man.

Before he can keep interrogating me, I’m back to kissing him, yanking at his belt, trying to shimmy his pants down his hips.

The fabric effortlessly falls around his ankles and he steps out of them. Then, he’s going after my poor tank top with a vengeance and I’m plucking at the buttons on his shirt like they’ve personally offended me. Then, I’m melting under his hands, trying to figure out where my shorts went.

Damn. This guy for sure knows what he’s doing.

At the first brush of his naked torso against mine, Ronan growls. “Fuck, baby. Your body already feels so good and I’m not even inside you yet. I feel like I’m gonna lose my mind tonight.”

We tangle and trip all over each other as we move in a blind quest to find the bed. I fall backward onto the mattress and Ronan is right there, pressing his body into mine.

Even through his boxers, I can feel the weight of his erection. When I wrap my thighs around his hips, it nuzzles against my clit, making me shiver.

“You were right…” I say in a gasp as his warm mouth opens against the sensitive spot behind my ear.

“You’re gonna have to be a little more specific, darling. I’ve been right about a lot of things lately.”

I crack up quietly, slipping my hand beneath his shirt and tickling along his ribs. Annoying man. “You were right about the chemistry between us. The more I fight it, the bigger it gets. I can’t fight it anymore. We need to explore it and see what comes next.”

He pulls back so our eyes can meet. “I could not agree more, Peach.” His fingertips dust along my jawbone. “I don’t know where this is going, but I can promise you one thing.”

“What’s that?” I ask, feeling the drumbeat of my pulse in my throat.

“I swear on my life that I won’t hurt you.”

My heart shudders. “That’s one hell of a promise, Brighton.”

He doesn’t falter. “And I stand by it.”

Overwhelmed by so much emotion, I just pull him into me for more kissing. Ronan’s lips separate from mine and he takes his time, kissing my cheekbones and my jaw and the length of my throat. He bites and he sucks and I don’t tell him to stop, can’t tell him to stop, won’t tell him to stop.

Because he’s so patient and he makes sure to find every little sensitive spot, bringing me pleasure in places I never realized had the capacity to feel so acutely aroused.

But there’s one place, I urgently need his attention. Between my legs.

I hook my fingers into the waistline of my panties and work on shimmying the elastic strings over my hips as Ronan licks and sucks and pinches my breasts. I’m flooded between the thighs by the time his tongue is dancing around my belly button.

“God. I can smell you already,” he groans, dragging his fingertips over the crotch of my panties. “So fucking sweet. Been wanting to taste you again since that first night.” He slips his hand into my panties and touches me where I need it.

“Taste me…” I say. I’m so excited, I’m shamelessly rubbing my ass against the mattress, needing to feel.

I expect him to draw this out like the last time, but he doesn’t. In fact, he doesn’t even bother sliding off my panties. He just grabs the flimsy fabric in his fists and pulls. A tearing sound fills the air and my pussy rejoices like she just got freed from prison.

With zero regard for my meager underwear budget, Ronan flings the scrap to the floor and strokes his fingers through my wet, throbbing slit like it belongs to him.

“Fuck!” He growls from where he’s now kneeling between my thighs. “You have no idea how pretty your pussy is.” He touches me slow and reverent. He flicks my nub back and forth in slow rubs.

Then two fingers ease inside me, filling me nice and tight. My walls pulse and throb around his knuckles. He pumps in and out of me, his rhythm smooth, his thrusts deep.

My eyes roll back into my head before fluttering shut. “Yes.”

When I open my eyes, Ronan’s fingers are in his mouth, thoroughly licking them clean. Then, in a heartbeat, he’s pushed me onto my back and he’s greedily licking me .

He leans forward. His tongue drives a path up my center, splitting my folds apart, swirling the tip around my pearl, making me cry out with reckless abandon. Then he does it again, rubbing the flat of his tongue from the pucker of my rear hole to the tip of my clit.

So fucking hot.

He repeats the reverent motion of his tongue again and again and again until I feel like I’m losing my mind.

Moans fight against the back of my throat. But I’m vaguely aware of where we are. Of who might be on the other side of these four walls. One of my bosses. Or Ronan’s teammates. Who the hell knows?

Ronan doesn’t seem to have the hangups I do. He doesn’t hold back at all. He covers my pussy with his mouth, sucking and lightly pulling at my folds and doing things to my body and mind I’ve never felt before.

I don’t last long. Mere minutes later, I’m tugging on his hair as my spine arches up off the bed. I try to buck my hips but his strong hands keep me in place, holding me down.

With his groan, seismic vibrations roll into my pussy. “Come for me, baby. Come on my tongue, Nicky. Scream my name.”

I slap a palm over my mouth, shouting into my hand. I orgasm with the force of a train slamming into the side of a mountain. And a landslide of sensations comes crumbling down onto me.

Wetness gushes from my core, ruining the sheets. Even as I drown him in my release, Ronan’s mouth keeps working on me. Taking and taking and taking everything my body has to give.

His face is a drenched mess when his head finally pops up from between my legs an eternity later. He crawls up onto the bed beside me, gently raking sweaty strands of hair from my forehead. “How do you feel?”

“I…I…you…” I give up on finding words.

I just grab his cheeks and kiss him, breathless and gasping but still wanting more.

“I want to return the favor,” I whisper when I can finally get my mouth to work again.

He buries his face in my neck. “Fuck. I swear I want to feel your mouth on my cock so bad. But Peach, I can’t wait another second to be inside your pussy.”