Her tongue darts from her mouth, my cock hardens at the sight of the pink tip, imagining it running down the length of my shaft, twirling over me; tasting the pre-cum that is surely there now.
“That’s a good idea.” She lowers her chin as she lifts her eyes and her innocence shows, but so does her desire. “I probably need a shower too, to warm up.”
“With the power out, I don’t think you’ll get a very pleasant shower. But if you need warming up, I can help with that.”
I move in front of her, my cock as rigid as a rock—one I know will intimidate her. I press a palm against it as I move down the corridor, not wanting her intimidated by my arousal.
When we get to her bedroom door, I push it open, revealing a beautiful chamber with an attached bathroom. I quickly walk around to the candelabras and light them with the candle in my hand so she isn’t left in the dark.
There is a massive four-poster bed, draped with curtains. A thick carpet on the floor and a high ceiling with a painted scene of the sky above. It is exquisite, even if it isn’t to my taste.
“Will this do?” I ask politely, restraining myself though it kills me. I step aside letting her in, not wanting to force myself in her room unasked.
She likes what she sees, though, and for that, I’m glad to call this my home. She seemingly takes in every detail as she looks around and her curiosity tells me she likes discovering new things.
Good, because she is going to discover a whole new side of me tonight.
“It’s perfect.” She turns as she looks around and when she spins back, her eyes reach deep inside me.
Yes, I have a growing lust for this woman, but it is more than that. The flicker of light behind her soft brown eyes tells me that all of this —the luxury surrounding us— means nothing to her, not really. The room fades away and in this moment, she only has eyes for me.
I cough, knowing what I really want to do is grab her by the waist and lick her bare neck, taste her sweet skin. I clench my jaw tighter, forcing restraint.
“Then I’ll leave you to it,” I tell her nodding, knowing I’m going to need to get in a shower myself and relieve this load that is pumping through me. Then I take another look at her and I can’t help myself from adding one more comment. The thought that’s causing my cock to throb. “Unless, of course, you’d like me to stay.”
The corner of her lip raises and a spark flies between us.
I catch it.
She lifts an eyebrow and I don’t think she has any idea how damn seductive she is.
“It’s a big, empty house and I scare easy, Ronan. I’m not sure I should be left alone.” She looks over at the window where we can see the snowstorm picking up, we hear the wind whip through the trees, howling in the night.
“Where would you like me?” I ask knowing exactly where I belong. Pressed against her. I step toward her, knowing I can’t hold back much longer. The need inside me roars and she is the only one who can answer my call.
She unzips her parka, shrugging it off. Her tits are fucking huge under that coat, in a tight sweater, and I see that her nipples are hard. And it’s not just from the cold.
She’s as turned on as I am.
She pulls her hair over her shoulder, her slender neck so damn kissable. I want to taste her skin and devour her body. Her collarbone protrudes, and her lips are full and everything about her screams innocence.
I’ll need to be careful with her.
With a coy smile, she shakes her head ever so slightly as I look her over. I move a step closer until there’s hardly a foot between us. She looks up at me with devotion, as if she’ll worship me if I let her.
Oh hell, I’ll let her get down on her knees and pray all night long.
“I don’t know this place like you do,” she whispers. “Where do you think I should be, so I don’t get scared during the storm?”
“Right here,” I growl, wrapping my arms around her waist and drawing her near. “Right here in my arms.”Chapter FourBellaWhen he kisses me, I know I won’t ever be the same. His mouth is on mine, and our lips are parted as our tongues devour one another. I may never have slept with a man, but I have fantasized plenty of times and this is how it always starts.
A man wrapping his arms around me, as if swearing he won’t let go, then kissing me until I’m dizzy. But this is no daydream, it’s real.