Chapter 2
He did, teeth sinking into my lip again, tugging until I tasted a hint of blood, the metallic tang mixing with our saliva as we kissed through it, messier now, spit trailing from our mouths when we broke apart.
I tugged at his shirt again, this time yanking it up and over his head in one frantic motion, tossing it aside without looking where it landed.
His chest was right there, broad and smooth, a light trail of hair leading down to his waistband, and I ran my hands over it greedily, palms flat against his skin, feeling the heat, the way his muscles jumped under my touch. “Touch me, Ronan.
Please, I need your hands on me now,” I begged, grabbing his hand and guiding it under my tank top, up to my breast, pressing his palm against the soft swell, my n****e hard and aching a
