even possible?
“Definitely.”
“But—”
“Blaire?” He tightens his hold.
“Yeah?”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
This kiss is different. It’s as unapologetic as it is rough and needy. It’s carnal bliss. It makes my head swirl. It makes me tremble. It makes me feel him from the top of my head to the tips of my toes and everywhere in between.
Once the kiss ends, we slowly move apart until we’re staring at each other. We breathe heavily, the space between us a magnetic field where the force of his eyes draw me in, making it impossible for me to look away.
“Fuck,” he exhales deeply. “Now that’s what I call a kiss.”
“Wow,” I manage to say, feeling as though a firecracker has gone off inside me.
He stares at me for a moment too long, his thumb softly rubbing my tender lower lip. “I want to kiss you again … so fucking bad.”
I smile as I look around the train car, making sure that we’re still alone. I stand up and straddle his lap. As our bodies touch intimately, I feel a blush as hot as hellfire burn my cheeks and spread through the rest of my body, centering in my core. I’m a human bonfire of lust burning brightly for him. His eyes on me, he covers my bare thighs with the palms of his hands. At first I think he’s going to go deeper between my thighs, but he surprises me. He pulls the skirt of my dress down, making sure that my body isn’t exposed to the public eye in this position. My heart melts a little with his protective and cavalier gesture.
Grateful and horny, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull myself closer to him—our bodies rubbing—until the front of my knees touch the plastic seat. This close, and with only a scrap of cotton protecting me, I can feel the contour of his very hard cock nudging me, driving me wild.
I smile, feeling bold. “About that kiss … what are you waiting for?”
I watch the cocky, one-sided smirk that frames his lips turn into a full-blown electric smile. “Jesus Christ. With my fucking pleasure, beautiful.”
And he does. He kisses me until nothing exists beyond him, beyond this moment. We become two swaying bodies in a tempest of desire and yearning, with no end in sight. Ronan kisses me until I forget my name, forget who I am, forget that this isn’t supposed to happen, and, most importantly …
Forget that it can’t.
Ronan stands outside my apartment, ready to say good-bye. One hand rests possessively on my hip as the other caresses my swollen lower lip. I can feel his thumb lightly grazing over a cut from one of his many kisses.
“I think we got carried away.” He smiles lazily.
I smile back, feeling my hot skin tingle from his touch and a ride full of memories. “Maybe we did.”
He leans down and places a soft kiss on my nose.
“What was that about?” I ask.
Ronan smirks, running his hand through his hair and disheveling it a little. “Just felt like kissing your nose.”
“Weirdo,” I tease.
We stare at each other in silence as all traces of a smile slowly disappear from his handsome face. Then he steps closer to me until his front touches mine and places his hands on the door, enclosing my head. “I want to see you again, Blaire,” he whispers against my mouth. “Go out with me tomorrow night.”
I shake my head no. “Ronan … don’t. Please, I can’t go there. Today was probably one of the best days I’ve ever had. The party … the train ride … it was all …” I take a deep breath and exhale slowly. “I shouldn’t have kissed you, but I couldn’t help myself. But we can still let the night end on a high note. Don’t ask me for another date, or to see me again. I’m not good for you. I’m really not.”
He frowns. “Why don’t you let me be the judge of that?”
I want to stamp my foot in frustration because he’s making things so difficult for me. He isn’t supposed to fight back. He’s supposed to accept my answer without asking any questions. He’s supposed to leave.
“I
“Definitely.”
“But—”
“Blaire?” He tightens his hold.
“Yeah?”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
This kiss is different. It’s as unapologetic as it is rough and needy. It’s carnal bliss. It makes my head swirl. It makes me tremble. It makes me feel him from the top of my head to the tips of my toes and everywhere in between.
Once the kiss ends, we slowly move apart until we’re staring at each other. We breathe heavily, the space between us a magnetic field where the force of his eyes draw me in, making it impossible for me to look away.
“Fuck,” he exhales deeply. “Now that’s what I call a kiss.”
“Wow,” I manage to say, feeling as though a firecracker has gone off inside me.
He stares at me for a moment too long, his thumb softly rubbing my tender lower lip. “I want to kiss you again … so fucking bad.”
I smile as I look around the train car, making sure that we’re still alone. I stand up and straddle his lap. As our bodies touch intimately, I feel a blush as hot as hellfire burn my cheeks and spread through the rest of my body, centering in my core. I’m a human bonfire of lust burning brightly for him. His eyes on me, he covers my bare thighs with the palms of his hands. At first I think he’s going to go deeper between my thighs, but he surprises me. He pulls the skirt of my dress down, making sure that my body isn’t exposed to the public eye in this position. My heart melts a little with his protective and cavalier gesture.
Grateful and horny, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull myself closer to him—our bodies rubbing—until the front of my knees touch the plastic seat. This close, and with only a scrap of cotton protecting me, I can feel the contour of his very hard cock nudging me, driving me wild.
I smile, feeling bold. “About that kiss … what are you waiting for?”
I watch the cocky, one-sided smirk that frames his lips turn into a full-blown electric smile. “Jesus Christ. With my fucking pleasure, beautiful.”
And he does. He kisses me until nothing exists beyond him, beyond this moment. We become two swaying bodies in a tempest of desire and yearning, with no end in sight. Ronan kisses me until I forget my name, forget who I am, forget that this isn’t supposed to happen, and, most importantly …
Forget that it can’t.
Ronan stands outside my apartment, ready to say good-bye. One hand rests possessively on my hip as the other caresses my swollen lower lip. I can feel his thumb lightly grazing over a cut from one of his many kisses.
“I think we got carried away.” He smiles lazily.
I smile back, feeling my hot skin tingle from his touch and a ride full of memories. “Maybe we did.”
He leans down and places a soft kiss on my nose.
“What was that about?” I ask.
Ronan smirks, running his hand through his hair and disheveling it a little. “Just felt like kissing your nose.”
“Weirdo,” I tease.
We stare at each other in silence as all traces of a smile slowly disappear from his handsome face. Then he steps closer to me until his front touches mine and places his hands on the door, enclosing my head. “I want to see you again, Blaire,” he whispers against my mouth. “Go out with me tomorrow night.”
I shake my head no. “Ronan … don’t. Please, I can’t go there. Today was probably one of the best days I’ve ever had. The party … the train ride … it was all …” I take a deep breath and exhale slowly. “I shouldn’t have kissed you, but I couldn’t help myself. But we can still let the night end on a high note. Don’t ask me for another date, or to see me again. I’m not good for you. I’m really not.”
He frowns. “Why don’t you let me be the judge of that?”
I want to stamp my foot in frustration because he’s making things so difficult for me. He isn’t supposed to fight back. He’s supposed to accept my answer without asking any questions. He’s supposed to leave.
“I
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