Jesus, honey," he muttered. "How can I say no to you?
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Thank God! His truck was there.
Reenergized, she hopped up his front steps and knocked. Nothing. Feeling a little disgruntled, she knocked again. And nothing. Once more, one last time, she knocked. Okay, she pounded. Beat the ever-loving hell out of the door.
"Just a sec," she heard Ronin call faintly.
Yay! The door swung open and... Ooooohhhhh!
Standing a step or two down from Ronin, her eyes first hit the small white towel wrapped around his waist. The faint scent of masculine soap enveloped her senses as her eyes traveled down to his bare feet, and back up. Yep, that's really only just a little white towel.
Here, honey," he said quietly, handing her the panties he'd untangled from her dress. "I'll be good, but it might not be a bad idea to put these back on.
Sibylla MatildeHe wanted her. Sweet Jesus, he wanted her. But he had realized in that very moment that he wanted her whole even more.
Sibylla MatildeWhere’s Melanie, asshole? Does she know you’re up here?”
Jake’s expression flitted between anger at Ronin’s crude address and fear of the bigger man’s obvious anger with him. “She’s in the backyard, with some friends.”
Ronin’s jaw clenched. “I suggest you go find your girlfriend, then.”
“Devin’s in there. She’s upset,” Jake said without thinking.
“I know that, fucker. Why the hell do you think that is? GET. THE. FUCK. AWAY.
Well, now I need you to kiss me. Make out with me. Otherwise she’ll know I was full of shit and start hittin’ on me again.”
“You want me to slut it up with you so you don’t look like an asshole to some little ho-bag you’re trying not to nail? You know, Ronin, you could just tell her you’re not interested.”
“I like my way better,” he grinned.
All her focus was on the burning want Ronin was evoking in her as he pressed her back up against a pine. The rough bark sharply poked its way through her light jacket, digging into her skin, and the odd pain pushed her to increase the force of her kiss as she clawed at his back. His grip on her ass tightened, and Ronin groaned down her throat.
Sibylla MatildeAt that moment, Ronin stepped back into the living room, clothed, thank God. Well, mostly. Kneeling on the floor before him, Devin watched him fascinated as he fastened the buttons of his plaid flannel shirt, thankfully covering that fucking beautiful chest. He left the top two buttons at his neck open. Frozen, she stared as his hands slipped down to tuck the shirt into his jeans before he fastened the fly and buckled his belt. Her fingers itched as she imagined the warmth and hardness of his hips, the deep contour of muscle low on his stomach.
Ooooohhhhh!
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His hand grazed her inner thigh as he shifted the manual transmission into reverse, and this lightest of touches sent a shiver through Devin. “Cold?” he asked, backing the pickup away from the trees to turn around. “You can turn on the heat if you’d like.”
Devin shook her head. “I’m fine,” she said in a quiet, breathy voice that she couldn’t quite control.
The tone caught Ronin’s attention, and he gave her a long look before shifting back into first gear. Again, his fingertips grazed her soft skin, and her breath caught again.
Ronin’s eyes fell shut for a moment. “Damn, honey,” he whispered.
...he softly touched his lips to hers. Sweetly. Innocently.
“Ronin,” she drew in a short, stilted breath. The ache in her body was reaching a tortuous level.
“I know. I’m sorry.” Ronin studied her closely before he softly said, “Had to.
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