That was quite a feat. Was the guy a hacker? Was he just really good at surveillance? But he pushed the thoughts aside as she went on.
“He’d come in, ask me questions about whether I intended to leave him—cut me more if he thought I was lying.” Her voice shook. “He said he’d make me so ugly that no one else would ever want me.”
His heart twisted—breaking for her because he knew exactly what happened when a psychopath got inside your brain. But he managed, “He failed.” Let me show you how glorious you are.
She whined when he brushed his lips against the healed wound, the muscles in her back tightening. He slid his thumb against her shoulder blade, flicking his tongue out along the edge of the scar. When the muscles in her back relaxed, he moved his mouth higher, repeating the pattern until he’d traced every inch of it with his lips, his tongue.
He brought his mouth to her throat. “I want to see all of you spread out in that setting sun, Beauty. Let me touch every inch of your gorgeous body. Let me taste you.”
She hissed an inhale—she was barely breathing. “I thought I was your deputy.”
“Not right now.” Maybe not ever again. “Beauty” was… right. He brought his lips to hers.
She melted into him, flesh on flesh.
He shifted them to the front of the car and leaned her back against the hood. Ronan stood there for a moment, admiring her—nipples hard, her knees bent against the front grill, baring her glistening pussy. Inviting him in.
He slipped a finger inside her, then drew the wetness to her right breast, watching her face as he smeared that sweet juice over her nipple.
“Tell me what you like, Beauty. Do you like this?”
She arched her back in response, lip trapped between her teeth once more but not nervous this time. The look in her eyes was pure lust.
She nodded.
He used his other hand to tease her left nipple the same way, then pulled that hand back down between her legs, pressing one knee then the other wide. Splaying her out.
He used his index and middle to tug the hood of her clit up, exposing that most sensitive nub of flesh. Then he lowered his mouth and flicked the tip of his tongue against it.
She groaned louder. Her eyes slipped closed.
He repeated the act, lapping at her, pausing to nip at that pink bud when her breath hitched. He rotated his knuckle against the front wall of her pussy, and when he hit the sweet spot, her back arched, and she moaned so loud that he chuckled.
“That’s it, eh?”
“Yes. Jesus Christ, yes,” she gasped. “How’d you know? I mean, do you just know your way around every woman’s body?”
“You told me,” he murmured, never slowing his pace, keeping her hood pulled back to expose that tender pearl of sensitive tissue. “Last night in the window… I paid attention. Imagined what it would be like if it was me between your legs. Imagined how you’d taste, how you’d feel around my cock. How you’d sound when you came, whether you’d whisper my name or scream it.”
He grabbed her hips and tugged her lower, the head of his dick aimed at her sopping-wet opening.
“Do you want me, Beauty?” he asked.
He rotated his hips, teasing her with the head of his cock, slipping it over her clit, then down between her pussy lips.
“Shut up and fuck me,” she hissed.
Ronan smiled and edged inside her, feeling her muscles clench around him. Her clit was swollen against his thumb, and he toyed with it as he inched inside—slowly, slowly, slowly. She raised her hands to her nipples, and he bent double to lap at the left one.
He’d intended to go slow, to make her beg, to make her come with his fingers before he properly fucked her, but that tight, pulsing wetness was driving him insane. It was pure instinct to thrust his hips, burying himself in her depths, and then his hands were on her ass, squeezing, raising her just-so while he slammed into her again and again and again. Her long, loud moaning filled his ears, the sight of her pinching her own nipples nearly enough to make him come.
She opened her eyes suddenly and pushed herself onto her elbows. Ronan lowered her ass to the hood and reached for her, pulling her to him, never slowing the pulsing of his hips. His arms slipped around her back. Their lips pressed together, tongues flicking out to find each other.
“I wish I’d known you before,” she said into his mouth. “Before I was… his.”
“You’ll never belong to anyone again,” he said.
But he was lying, and he knew it. He’d never been a possessive man, but he was claiming her all the same.
