Page 18 of Save Me (The Wolf Hotel Mermaid Beach #2)

“ T his might not have been the smartest plan.” Ronan winces as he steps on the loose gravel. The parking lot is empty, blocked by the thick rope across the entrance to keep people from using us as a free lot after hours.

“Ow!” I hiss in pain as an especially sharp stone digs into my heel.

Ronan said he wanted to be alone with me, and this place was the first thought I had, but I realized my error after we climbed the steps and remembered our shoeless feet.

“Why don’t we turn back? I can live without water for—ah!

” I squeal as Ronan scoops me up into his arms and carries me toward the little teal-and-yellow Sea Witch hut.

“No, we both could use a cool-off.” His assessing gaze drags over my exposed leg where my dress has fallen back at the slit, and that muscle in his jaw flexes. “Your Gigi built this herself?”

“Yeah. She did everything on her own that she could. Loves working with her hands.” She was never afraid to bust out a saw or a hammer. Now, she occupies those same hands with knitting needles and paintbrushes. “She’s pretty incredible.”

“Sounds like it.” He sets me down gently.

I punch in the code and push through, leading Ronan inside.

“Holy hell.” He tugs at his collar as if to emphasize the heat. “You said we could cool down in here?”

“I probably should have warned you.” I set the empty glass from the hotel on the counter and reach into the mini fridge to grab two waters.

“How do you not die in here?” He cracks his and chugs.

I roll the bottle across my neck as I admire the way his throat pulses with each swallow.

“It’s not so bad when the ticket window is open.

Plus, these help.” I turn on the oscillating fan, and it kicks on at the highest speed, fluttering loose pages lying on the desk where Skye left them.

Next, I slap the switch on the wall, and the white AC box above comes to life with a death rattle and hum.

In moments, a blast of cold air shoots out, hitting my shoulders. “Shut the door?”

Ronan does as instructed, sealing us into this cramped space under the dim single naked bulb above.

“Some days, it works better than others, but if you sit up here—” I demonstrate by shimmying my butt onto the bar fridge.

“—you get the air blowing right down on you.” I lean back against the wall with a sigh.

He finishes his water and tosses the empty into the trash can. “You’re hogging it. ”

“I am.” And secretly praying he’ll use the excuse to get close to me.

My wish is granted in the next moment as Ronan eases forward, his strong hands settling on my knees to part my thighs and fit his body close. My heart races in anticipation of those skilled fingers scaling my legs upward, under my dress and my panties.

But he doesn’t make a move on me, closing his eyes and tilting his head.

God, is Ronan ever beautiful. I could watch him all day and night and never tire. The more time I spend with him, the more time I want to spend with him. That probably doesn’t bode well for me. Jeremy took no time at all to deduce my secret, and Ronan’s not a stupid guy. When he finally clues in …

Maybe he’ll be okay with it.

I nearly laugh at myself. The guy is twenty-six and virtually a stranger.

He may say he’s looking for a relationship, but I highly doubt he’s looking to skip a few steps and go right into swollen ankles and dirty diapers.

I need to be realistic. All this excitement, anticipation, hope that I feel in this moment will likely evaporate in an instant.

But right now, in this moment, I beg for time to stand still. “So, you were about to tell me about your threesome on Henry and Abbi Wolf’s wedding night before Jeremy interrupted.”

Eyes still closed, he smirks. “Was I?”

“Yes. Now that we’re alone, you may continue.” Because I’m genuinely curious about how one finds themselves in bed with not only Ronan but Connor. Well, I think I can figure out how one might end up with Connor. All a woman has to do is look at him and be breathing, and the invitation will appear.

“Here you are, talking about sex again. Don’t you have anything else on your mind?” he teases.

“Honestly? When you’re around, I’m not sure anymore.” Is it because I’ve been starved for affection since Cody? Or is it just Ronan’s appeal? I’m pretty sure it’s the latter.

His eyelids crack open. “It wasn’t technically a threesome because there were four of us.”

My mouth makes an O-shape.

“Two hotel servers who were working the reception dinner that night. They brought us back to their cabin, and things just happened.”

“How do you just sleep with two women in one night?”

“Well, let’s see.” His index finger skims my inner thigh, teasing me with soft back-and-forth strokes. “They were attractive, and they took off their clothes. I think you can piece the rest together.”

I swallow against the odd sensation building deep inside me. We’re talking about Ronan fucking random women while my body aches for him to touch me intimately. I’m equal parts fascinated and resentful. “So then you and Connor stripped and just dove in?”

He chuckles darkly. “Odd choice of words, but … yeah. I guess.”

My next question stalls on my tongue as Ronan’s hand skates under the slit in my dress, his fingers brushing my lace panties, dangerously close to my center but not hitting the mark yet.

The AC’s rattle drowns out my ragged breathing as we stare each other down, as if each is trying to read the other, to gauge the reaction to the line of questioning.

“So, did you and Connor, like, swap halfway through?” I swallow against my racing pulse.

“Something like that.” Ronan’s index finger slides under the seam to tease my sensitive flesh. His chest rises on a sharp inhale.

“How many times have you done something like that?” My voice trembles as I do my best to play nonchalant. Meanwhile, heat is rushing to my lower belly in spellbound expectation.

He opens his mouth but stalls on his answer. “Enough times that I know it’s not what I want anymore.”

“And what do you want now?” I think I know what he’s implying but need to hear him say it.

“You. All day, every day.” He leans in to capture my lips with his at the same time that his finger sinks deep inside me.

I moan as I seize his nape with one hand, the other settling on his jaw as my body bows into his intimate touch.

Everything else around us—the hot, sweaty little box of a hut, the noisy AC, the tension from the hotel, the pregnancy—all falls away into oblivion as his tongue invades my mouth, sliding across mine in a dance that I never want to end.

I’m truly addicted to this man, to every inch of him.

“Seriously, what is that scent?” He breaks free and dips his head to press his face against my neck, inhaling dramatically. “Fuck, I can’t get enough of it.”

I tip my head back, giving him better access. “I don’t know what it’s called, but it was Gigi’s. She swears it lures men in and casts a spell on them.”

“I believe it.” His thumb joins in below, drawing slow circles over my clit as he strokes in a skilled, unhurried rhythm.

If he keeps this up, I’ll be sitting in wet lace all night long. “Wait.” I wriggle my hips, working my panties down.

He frowns curiously. “You said no sex, right?”

“A girl can change her mind.” Or rather, my body has changed it for me.

Heat blazes in his eyes as I hike my gauzy skirt up around my waist until the cool metal of the fridge presses against my bare skin and my lower half is exposed. “Don’t get my dress dirty.” It’s already going to be creased.

“I’ll try.” He steps back and guides my panties the rest of the way off, setting them on the desk. But instead of unbuckling his pants, he drags the chair over and settles into it.

His intentions are clear the moment he guides my legs over his shoulders. “You know how long I’ve been thinking about making you come on my tongue?” His hot breath skates across my bare flesh, his gravelly voice stirring a hum deep inside me.

“Get on with it, then,” I rasp, my body trembling as my nerves erupt over how exposed I am, even in the dim light.

Ronan leans forward .

I cry out at the first swipe against my core and spend the next few moments trying to process the reality that I’m sitting on the minifridge in the Sea Witch hut with Ronan’s face buried between my thighs, the fine stubble from his jaw scratching against my sensitive flesh.

It normally takes me months to trust any man before I can allow him here.

But with Ronan, things are different. I feel safe.

“Do you enjoy doing that?” I ask after a moment.

He pauses and pulls away to look up at me with hooded eyes. “Do I enjoy eating your pussy?”

I swallow, his dirty words spiking my pulse. “Yes.”

Holding my gaze, he seizes the backs of my thighs with strong hands, hiking my legs up until they’re completely folded at the knees and spread wide. A billow of gauzy pink fabric bunches around me.

I grip the corners of the fridge beneath me to keep from sliding off—not that Ronan would ever allow me to fall.

“It’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted in my entire life.” He leans in and pushes his tongue into my center.

A breathless “oh my God” escapes me. I gasp as I feel it slide deep inside, and then he’s devouring me, his lips and tongue teasing and swirling and stroking, while the firm grip on my thighs never relents.

The fleeting thought of fingerprint bruises skitters through my mind but vanishes in the next moment when he releases one leg, freeing up his hand to thrust two fingers inside me.

“Watch,” he demands softly.

A guttural moan crawls out of my lungs as I do as told, as he pumps mercilessly and my body responds shamelessly, his fingers slipping in and out without resistance.

Have I ever been this wet for a man before?

It won’t take long for me to orgasm. In fact, it’ll be a record. I can feel it building along my spine.