Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 86763 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86763 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Seth chuckled against my ear and then his mouth was pressing kisses wherever he could reach. I found enough energy to lift my head and kiss him the way he deserved and then I used all my strength to lift him high enough so that he could get his hands free of the coat hook. With his wrists still bound, he dropped his arms around my neck as his tongue searched out mine. I was too sated to worry about the contact because my only concern was staying inside of him as I maneuvered us so I could sit on top of the closed toilet. I could feel my own semen dripping down my dick as I made love to Seth’s mouth but I made no effort to pull free of him.
None whatsoever.
Chapter Twenty
Seth
I tried not to check the clock for the hundredth time as I willed my eyes to stay shut. But my curiosity won out and I glanced at the nightstand and groaned when I saw it had only been five minutes since I had last checked the time. One a.m. More than twelve hours since Ronan had fucked me into near oblivion. And nearly just as long since he’d spoken to me.
We’d ended up kissing for a long time in the quiet bathroom but when the cooling come had become distracting, Ronan had slipped from my body and untied my hands. I’d hoped that he would kiss me again, but he’d quietly cleaned himself up, so I’d done the same and the silence continued as we’d gotten dressed. Once we’d returned to my office, the coolness had persisted and Ronan had actually left the office with an excuse that he needed to make a call and didn’t want to disturb me.
When I’d kissed Ronan after his declaration that he wouldn’t allow anyone to ever touch me the way Abernathy had, I’d known things might end up this way. I’d tried to prepare myself for it but it still hurt, especially as Ronan’s distance grew as the day went on. The drive home had been so rife with tension, that I hadn’t tried to draw Ronan out like I had on our previous commutes. And when we’d gotten home, he’d made an excuse about needing to relieve Hawke and I hadn’t seen him since.
Ronan had run again even though he hadn’t left the property.
As I flopped over to my other side so I was facing the glass doors that led out to the balcony, I heard my door click open. Since Bullet whined excitedly for a few moments before settling back down on the floor on the other side of the bed, I felt only excitement, not fear. And I realized that was how I’d felt a lot of the times these past few days since Ronan had moved back in. Besides the visit to the Mercer Island house, I hadn’t had that same sense of panic and anxiety that often overcame me as I made the drive down to the office or as I prepared to deal with the countless people I would have to interact with throughout the day. Even when I’d been in meetings that Ronan wasn’t permitted to attend, I hadn’t felt the same level of tension I was so used to.
I didn’t move as Ronan came around the bed. There was enough moonlight filtering through the glass doors that I could see him put something on the nightstand just before he sat down on the bed next to me. I had no doubt that he knew I was awake but instead of leaning down to kiss me, he just stared at me for a long time. I rolled onto my back and pushed the blanket down so my upper half was exposed and then I tugged my shirt up just a little. Ronan took me up on my invitation and spread his hand across my belly. I couldn’t make out his features but I didn’t really need to…I could feel what he wasn’t saying in his touch.
His palm traveled up my chest and dipped beneath my shirt to stroke my skin. I kept my hands fisted at my sides so I wouldn’t inadvertently end what was happening between us. As frantic as our coupling this afternoon had been, this seemed different. Ronan seemed different.
Ronan continued to explore me and when his hand shifted to push the blanket completely away from my body, I sat up just enough so I could pull my shirt off. My intent was to lie back down so he could continue to do what he wanted to me, but Ronan grabbed my arm and held me there, our bodies close but not quite touching. He held my gaze for a long time and then he leaned in and kissed me. It was slow and sweet and his tongue only teased my lips instead of surging between them. I couldn’t stop myself from twining my fingers through his hair as he tormented me with the drugging kisses. When he finally did take my mouth completely, I groaned and pressed against him. I barely managed to avoid wrapping my other arm around him, but it didn’t matter because he used his weight to press me down on the bed. His lips began burning a path down my neck and I barely managed to whisper, “My ties are in the closet,” before another moan escaped me.