“Clothes off,” I ordered, stepping away so he could pull his shirt over his head.

While he did that, I worked his zipper down, careful not to snag anything important. The muscles of his abdomen rippled, and I sank to my knees and kissed them.

When I looked up, his pupils had blown.

“More,” he demanded huskily.

I eased his briefs down, freeing the thick length of him. I’d never gone down on a man before, but based on the way he shivered as I caressed him and panted as I ran my tongue along his shaft, it didn’t seem overly complicated.

I eased him into my mouth, tasting salt and desire.

“Fuck.” He buried his hands in my hair. “Just like that.”

I worked him slowly, using my hands to stroke the root of his cock because my mouth couldn’t go that far. He urged me on with murmured praise, and heat pooled at my center.

I liked giving him pleasure. I loved his stuttered breaths and quiet moans.

Eventually, his fingers stiffened on my head, and he eased back.

“That’s enough for now. Let me make you feel good.”

I stood, almost dizzy with want. “It makes me feel good to make you feel good.”

He just stared at me for a moment. “What did I do to deserve you?”

He took my mouth. The kiss was desperate. Carnal.

At some point, he lowered me to the bed, and his clever hands petted my sex. He rubbed my clit, making me gasp and arch my hips.

“I want inside you.”

“Yes.” I rolled out from under him and indicated for him to lie down. I wanted to try something new. He lay with his arms at his sides, giving me free rein to do as I pleased.

God, he was sexy.

I got a condom and eased it over him, then I straddled him and reached beneath myself to encircle his cock with my fingers. Inch by inch, I sank onto it. His jaw slackened, his mouth fell open, and he watched me with hungry eyes.

Finally, I couldn’t take him any deeper.

I placed my hands on his chest and paused as I figured out how to ride him. He was patient while I experimented, and when I found a motion that worked, I ran with it. His cock reached deep inside me, stoking the blaze hotter. He grasped my hips, and when I needed something more, he sat up and kissed me with everything he had.

I flew over the edge. He thrust into me, each movement growing jerkier, until he came, gasping my name.

I collapsed onto his chest. “That was amazing.”

He looped his arms around me. “You are amazing, Willow Lennox. Don’t ever forget it.”

Ronan

Willow seemed somehow both more real and more angelic in sleep. Her features were beautiful in their serenity, but her smooshed cheek and the faint snuffle of her snores reminded me she was human.