Page 59 of Yesterday I Cared
In that space, I take a second to look at her. Her makeup slightly smudged from the rain and the kissing, her hair in disarray. I reach behind her, removing the clip holding the strands in place, watchingas it tumbles around her shoulders. With a gentle touch, I cradle her chin, watching as her hazel eyes darken ever so slightly.
She'd left a lamp on in her bedroom, which now casts a warm glow over the room that gives her an almost ethereal look.
I press our lips together once more, groaning as a hand traces over me before she reaches for my belt. In a blur of heated kisses and roaming hands, we get ourselves stripped down to our underwear. I groan when I trace along Mia's left breast, feeling the lace beneath my fingertips. I pull back long enough to look at the bra, seeing the familiar purple lace.
"You wore it for someone else, again?" I frown, tracing the intricate floral pattern, feeling Mia shiver in my arms. "Purple is my favorite color."
"I know." She sighs. "It was a deciding factor."
My gaze snaps to her eyes, my frown deepening. "Mia, if you tell me you knew I was going to show up at your door—"
"You're going to what?" She's got an intimidating, and sexy, as hell teasing smirk on her face as she shoves me toward what I hope is the bed. In all honesty, I've been too distracted to pay attention to the room’s layout. "Isn't this ending exactly how you wanted it to?"
Does it make me an asshole to say yes?
The back of my legs hit the edge of the bed, and I sit. Her hands go to my shoulders, gripping tightly. "I asked Kat—"
"Kat didn't tell me anything. I saw the two of you talking in the parking lot and then she called me. I was kind of hoping it'd be you."
"Glad I didn't disappoint," I whisper, running my hands along her bare sides, feeling the soft, smooth skin beneath my fingers.
She squeezes my shoulders, and I pull her closer until she climbs onto my lap. Her thighs rest on either side of my hips as she settles against me in a way that has both of us hissing in pleasure.
She sighs, slowly moving her hips in a circular motion that has me instantly harder, the movement offering just enough friction through the thin layers of fabric separating us. "I never thought this would happen again."
Her admission sends another wave of want through me. My hands grip her hips, leading her in the slow movements. I want to clear all barriers between us, feel her sink down on my dick, and watch the blush spread up her whole body as she rides me.
I place lingering, open-mouthed kisses along the edge of her bra, reaching behind her to take it off, and instantly replace the fabric with my mouth.
"Ugh." She groans, hips moving a little more frantically as I move to give the other the same attention. "I need you."
I lean up until I can press our foreheads together, stealing a lingering kiss. "I need you," I admit, "and I've spent the last nine years hoping this would happen again."
She pulls me into another kiss and guides me down against the bed until she can lean over me, our bare chests coming together. She trails kisses down my chest, her hand reaching below the waistband of my briefs, wrapping around me.
I can't help but grind into her warm hand as she strokes me, clearly enjoying teasing me. She presses kisses along the band of my boxer briefs. Heat flares in my chest as I realize what she's offering.
"No." I groan, tangling my fingers in her hair. She looks up at me, startled. I lead her back up my body and roll us so I'm hovering over her one more time. "I need you, Mia," I whisper against her cheek.
She turns her head to pull me into another kiss, her leg wrapping around my hips in an attempt to pull me closer while I fumble for a condom.
"Fuck." I grunt when I realize the box is still sealed. I can feel her gaze as I move to tear into it, grinning triumphantly when I have one.
She's looking at me in amusement. "Has it been just you and your hand for a while, babe?"
"I haven't slept with anyone in eight months." I move back over her, finding the spot on her neck I know makes her squirm. Her instant reaction makes me smile. "I'm clean, but we should do this safe, right? What about you?"
She nods. "Not since Bianca, but at least I have toys."
The mental images popping up in my head are magnificent, but definitely not better than having her beneath me. "Fuck, baby," I push down the lace underwear, which matches the bra. "We'll revisit that another night."
"Promise?" She bats her eyelashes at me, her foot attempting to push my briefs down. I finish the job for her and instantly start kissing my way down her chest and stomach, stopping randomly to suck bruises into the pale skin.
"Ronan." She gasps when I make it between her legs. "Not now," she pleads. "I want you."
Well, I’m definitely not one to disappoint a woman.
The moan we both let out as I push in takes me back to the first time, and I hope I can feel it again and again. I still for a second, letting us both get used to the feeling.
