“That’s a good girl, Destiny.”
Smack!
She moaned, feeling a fuzzy warmth steal over her entire body.
Then Ronan found her clit with the fingers of his other hand and began manipulating it—softly, slowly—while he continued to spank her. Free to move now—in no way restrained by him—she held herself in place by sheer force of will. No way in hell was she going anywhere.
Nipples hard, skin tingling from head to toe, her body ramped up to a fever pitch at his touch. The pain of the smacks had completely transformed into something pleasurable. She craved and anticipated each one before it arrived.
Smack!
Then his caress.
She began to lose the connection with her ability to think, almost like being drunk. As his fingers continued on her clit, she was already on the brink of orgasm.
“Ronan…” she breathed.
“Come for me, beautiful,” he answered her with a softness, in vivid contrast to the punctuation of his hand landing once more on her ass.
But she couldn’t think anymore, it seemed to be a physical impossibility. Her brain was only absorbing sensations. She moaned. Her body swam into the orgasm like a warm swimming pool. She just wanted to drown in it. Her body tensed up. Ronan seemed only focused on her clit now as waves of heaven washed over her, and she cried out. She’d never felt more beautiful or sexy in all her life as she did then and when the orgasm crested and rolled away. Ronan turned her and cradled her in his arms, placing soft kisses along the top of her head.
He held her for a long time, speaking softly to her, stroking her skin. She’d never felt anything like that before. Even the times when she’d been able to orgasm, even that day with Ronan, the tumult had been intense, but she hadn’t lost herself in it quite like this.
“You are the most passionate woman. I’m a damn lucky man.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Thank you, minx.”
Thank you?
She was confused.
“I didn’t do anything for you yet.” She figured he still wanted to get off. After all, wasn’t that the point to sex?
His smile held a wicked secret, and he pushed her hair behind her ears.
“You please me, Destiny. You give me more than you know.”
She was still confused. She hadn’t done anything but lay there and let him do things to her. Wasn’t that the definition of boring and selfish in bed?
He reached behind her to unzip her dress, then brought the top of it down to her waist to bare her breasts.
“Beautiful.” He circled her nipple with one finger, while his gaze followed.
She practically held her breath waiting for his caress. Her nipple peaked. Her body ached. She reached out and pushed her hand into his hair, caressing him, feeling him, silently begging him to take her in his mouth.
He positioned her in his lap so she felt surrounded by him. He kissed her again, and she felt his hand slide upward along her thigh and without thought, she adjusted, opening for him, craving his touch now as if she needed it to live.
When his fingers slid into her pussy, she moaned into his mouth and arched up against him.
“You like that, baby? You like my fingers in your pussy?” He purred against her ear before nipping it with his teeth.
“I do,” she released on a soft breath.
“Tell me what else you like.” He kissed the curve of her neck then moved to her collarbone.
His question hit her like a brick wall, and panic started to rise. She didn’t know the answer to that question, and realizing that made her feel stupid and unworthy of his attention. She tensed and starting thinking of ways to get out of there when he pushed what felt like three fingers deep inside her and maneuvered so he hit her G-spot, which up until that moment, she hadn’t been convinced she had.
“Did you know the female body becomes aroused in stages?”
She really didn’t know much at all about the woman’s body, or a man’s body for that matter, but if he kept doing that with his fingers, she’d be willing to learn whatever he wanted.
“And stop thinking. I’ll figure out what you like by watching your response to what I do.”
She wanted to argue with him, but when he added pressure to her clit, her arguments all dissolved like fog in the sunlight.
“Besides, could be more fun that way, don’t you think?” He laid her back on the bed and stretched out beside her.
“Didn’t you just tell me not to think?”
He laughed and lowered his head over her right breast.
“Why, yes, I did. Good girl.”
“Ahh.” She released a long sigh as he slid his fingers back inside her at the same time he took her nipple in his mouth, flicking his tongue back and forth over it, making it wet and slick. There was clearly a whole new definition of good girl that she’d been missing all her life. Because if this was her being good, she wanted to go on record as no longer hating that particular label.
Sensations threaded through her entire body, building over the remnants of what he’d already done to her. Her skin felt alive in a way it never had before. She arched up into him, pressing her breast harder against his mouth, and he bit her in response. She yelped, then found herself giggling like an insipid teenager, but damn it felt good.
“You minx.” He smiled down at her.
For whatever reason, he seemed to find her sexy, and she found she liked that. She spread her legs open further, giving him better access to masterfully work his fingers on her clit and inside her pussy. With his free hand, he stroked her hair and placed kisses along her face and shoulder until he finally worked his way back to her nipple.
She was enjoying everything about the moment so much and was surprised to realize she was about to come again. Her breathing turned into little pants, and she could feel herself right on the edge.
“Oh God. Oh God.” She closed her eyes.
“Fall into it, beautiful.” His dark, rich brogue coated her skin like warm honey, and she slipped right over the edge exactly as he told her to.
He held her tight and whispered against her ear, “Such a good girl.”
Something in the way he said that released the last of her inhibitions. She screamed out into the night as the orgasm peaked, touching everything that she was. Her toes curled, and she made fists with her hands pounding one against the bed, grabbing at the sheets with the other. She never wanted it to stop, and he seemed to know just what to do with his fingers to see that it didn’t. This one was stronger and more demanding of her senses, and she was unable to do anything other than fall to her knees for it.
She reached up and dug her fingers into his hair, afraid she was about to slip off the edge of the universe. She needed to hold onto something. When she pulled at him, he ravaged her with a raw, hungry kiss that was unlike any of the others they’d shared. As her orgasm crested and ultimately faded, rather than feeling lethargic and satisfied, she wanted more!
“I’ve never come twice before.” She was mystified.
She felt wanton, primal, needy in a way that was completely foreign to her. She felt like she would do anything he wanted, anything he needed. All she wanted to do was satisfy him thoroughly.
“Fuck me, Ronan!”
He growled at her. “Oh baby, you don’t have to ask me twice.”
He pulled her atop him, and after a bit of maneuvering, she slid her cunt slowly down over his cock. Sheathed in her heat, in her wetness, his throaty moan spliced the air and a shiver snatched his body. In that moment her greatest pleasure was in knowing she pleased him. It left her with a sense of confidence and femininity that went deep past the surface.
All her life, she’d been a missionary-position kind of girl. Maybe Oscar had liked it that way. Maybe it had been her. She wasn’t sure, but this position, being on top of him made her feel strong and powerful, and she loved it!
It didn’t take long for her to find a rhythm with Ronan guiding her hips. She soon found the right movement and pa
ce to give them both the most amount of pleasure. He was so long she felt him in her body in a way she never could have imagined before. At first not sure if it was pleasurable or painful, she soon melted into the feeling and found her body relaxing, accepting him.
“That’s it, Destiny. You can take all of me.” His fingers dug into her hips as he moved her fluidly in a motion that helped accommodate his size better.
With her dress still half-on and half-off, the skirt whirled out around them, covering his belly and thighs. She reached up and caressed her own breasts. The fire in his eyes as he watched was its own reward.
“Come for me again, baby.” He changed his movements just enough so he now brushed against her clit with every thrust, but it was too much. She couldn’t come a third time. Her poor, abused clit was still so tender from the first…
“Ahhhhh.”
A slow smile broke across his face, and she realized he knew exactly what he was doing. He’d shut off her internal monologue and had actually brought her to the crest of another orgasm.
“I’m not coming until you do, and I’m about desperate here, Destiny.” He ground against her again and looked into her eyes with such longing. She knew she could never deny him. She moved her body in cadence with his, and before she knew what was happening, another orgasm started to claw its way up from the very center of her being, digging into her skin and pulling her into the abyss.
She cried out, not even caring anymore who heard her or even what Ronan would think of her.
Ronan growled deep in his throat. “That’s my girl.”
He flipped her onto the bed and came down atop her. Full of fire and need, he began to pound deep into her, and with every thrust, he hit the center of her, causing her to yelp and squeal, but good God, it felt delicious.
She watched his features as the orgasm took him, going from passionate intent, to glorious rapture. He was a beautiful man and never more so than right that second. He grabbed her hips and pulled her body hard onto his with his every plunge, and soon she lost her ability to keep up. She became more like a ragdoll being fucked mercilessly by a powerful beast. She was small and feminine and sexy.
When the orgasm crested, he came down atop her. Keeping enough of his weight off her, careful not to squish her, but in the way he lay over her, she felt protected, safe, cherished…even loved. She reached up and kissed his forehead.
“I never knew it could be like that.” She still wasn’t even entirely certain what it was she’d experienced, but sex had never been that way for her at any time in her existence.
He smiled down at her, his breath still shaky. “Honey, we’re just getting started.”
She thrilled at the promise in his words, even though she still had doubts. He was committed to her resort at least through the summer, though. Suddenly she was looking very forward to what may unfold between them.
He moved away only long enough to dispose of the condom then came right back to her. He pushed back her hair and pressed a hard kiss to her forehead before rolling and taking her into his arms as they lay side by side.
“I see so much in you, Destiny. So much that you don’t. I’m making it my mission that before I leave, you’ll see it too.”
He kissed her forehead again then snuggled around her.
She lay listening to him breathe, completely surrounded by his body. If she could surrender her pride and hardheadedness to Aiden’s input on the resort, maybe she could do the same for Ronan in bed. She didn’t know what exactly it was that he saw, but she knew in her soul she wanted to see it, too, because he saw a woman she wasn’t really in touch with. She almost recognized this woman, but at the last minute the recognition always eluded her. Could it really be so easy to find her again after all these years?
She looked up at Ronan, and he took it as invitation to kiss her slowly, causing her to burn and smolder with reawakening need.
She pulled away and looked at him very seriously.
“Ronan?”
“Yes, minx?”
She giggled.
“Don’t let me push you away, okay?” She looked away from him, hating exposing herself.
“Are you planning to?”
“Not planning as such.” She looked back up. “I just know myself. I want to see this through. I need to. So please, promise me you won’t let me push you away?”
His fingers softly grazed over her shoulder and down her back. The air conditioning unit kicked in, making an awful squeal at first. Everything in her was fighting her urge to run. She lay still. She waited.
“I promise you this, from now until my work here is done, you will have my undivided attention. I will make it my mission to be there for you in any way you need, from getting that damn AC to stop whining, to making you come as many times a day as you need. I promise you passion and laughter. I promise you discretion. I promise to show you sides of yourself I’m betting you don’t know exist right now, but I cannot promise you that I will force myself on you. I don’t play games, Destiny, if you want me to go, I will.”
He placed his fingers beneath her chin and tugged up so she was captured in his gaze.
“So be very certain that’s what you want before you push.”
She drew a deep breath and knew exactly what he was doing. He was a man who took responsibility for himself. He expected the same of her.
“I can’t promise I won’t freak out on you.” She chewed her lip.
“Just be honest with me, and I think we can work through anything that comes up.”
That was a fair enough argument.
“I bought a whole resort.”
“You did,” he answered calmly.
“I moved away from the town I’ve lived in my whole life.” She swallowed, still unable to understand how exactly she’d found the courage to make that move.
“You did.”
She drew a breath as she started to feel the panic rise.
“I raised two pretty great kids.”
“You damn well did!” He smiled at her, and she took pleasure in his praise.
She pushed away from him, but only so she could get back atop him. Straddling him, she placed both her palms flat against his chest, basking in the warmth of his skin beneath them.
“Then I can handle a strictly sexual liaison with a damn fine man for a few months without freaking out or panicking or pushing him away.”
He placed his hands atop hers, then slid up her wrists to the lower parts of her arm.
“It’s okay to be unsure. It’s okay to be scared. It’s okay to get overwhelmed, and it’s okay to tell me no if I’m pushing you too hard or too far. Just don’t tell me to go unless you’re sure that’s what you want, because Destiny, I can’t handle you pushing me away then wanting me back over and over again.”
She swallowed. “Is it silly to be this skittish at my age?”
“Darlin’, age has nothing to do with it. You’re lacking experiences and confidence. That can happen to a woman at any age. Just relax. Stop thinking so much.”
Stop thinking so much.
It was easier said than done, but she could try.
No.
She would try.
She smiled softly down at him. “I’ll try.”
He reached up behind her neck and pulled her down to him, muttering a simple, “Good girl,” before devouring her with another incendiary kiss.
She didn’t know what she was in for with him, but she liked what she was feeling. She liked the possibilities she saw opening up before her. She’d figure it all out as she went along. She was capable. She was smart. She was horny as hell and just wanted him to fuck her until neither of them could move.
She giggled against his lips.
“What?” He was so soft with her at times. His words were almost a caress themselves.
“I guess I was just excited.” She hoped that didn’t sound too dumb.
“About the possibilities?”
She smiled and nodded. Something in his eyes shi
fted, like he knew something she didn’t, but she refused to let it worry her, not now. He pulled her back into a kiss, tugging her body down atop him, then curled her into his arms. He was hard again, and she was wet. It was a perfect combination for one long night, and one hot summer.
Chapter Seven
“You should go soak in the hot tub,” Destiny cajoled.
“I would go soak in the hot tub if one gorgeous, sexy redhead would agree to join me.” Ronan reached across the counter of the front check-in and casually drew his fingers through hers.
“I’m watching the desk right now, I can’t.” She pulled her hand back, feeling like a kid afraid of being caught in a PDA by the principal. “But if you’re in pain, you should go.”
“Honey, I have a physical job. I’m always in pain.” He rubbed at his shoulder and winced.
“That may be, but this seems worse than an everyday ache.” She was trying not to slip totally into caretaker mode with him, but it was pulling pretty hard at her, especially since he kept flinching.
“Like I said, you come with me and…”
A young blonde woman stepped around the corner toward the desk, and both she and Ronan went into professional mode, stepping back. Destiny smiled a welcome at the woman.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
“No, you didn’t at all. How can I help you?” Destiny hoped she had reassured her. As the woman came closer, it became apparent she’d been crying.
“I…” She stood for a moment with her mouth open as if she had lost all connection with her brain.
Dressed in gray velvet pajama pants and a short white tee that showed of a sliver of skin across her belly, she had her hands clasped tight in front of her and looked visibly shaken. Destiny felt for her. She had no idea what was going on with this woman, but there was an instant kinship between them all the same.
“It’s okay. Whatever it is, I know we can fix it,” Destiny reassured her.
Ronan even stepped back up to the tall marble counter to be closer, clearly ready to help if needed.
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