Page 50 of Hunting for her Heart
“But, it’s not right. You should be on the blanket too,” she says with the tiniest pout of her lower lip. I’m tempted to sit up and suck on it, desperate to know what it tastes like.
“If I can offer a solution?” Ronan asks, clearly not as distracted as I am by her tempting body. She turns her head to him expectantly. “We just need to move closer.” When she continues to stare at him, he crooks a finger at her, beckoning her closer.
Amusement and happiness fill me. He’s brilliant, and not as unaffected by her as I thought. She shuffles her butt closer to him as Ronan tells her, “Lie on your side, facing Hawk.”
When she does as he asks, he praises her. “Good girl. Now move backward. Keep coming, if you want Bo on the blanket too. There needs to be no space between us.”
I watch in amusement as he wraps an arm around her waist and drags her body back against his. She bites her lip, but he keeps his arm around her as he whispers, “Just relax, tiny treasure. We’re just going to sleep, nothing else.”
I hadn’t considered that she might think we are trying to mate with her right now.
“Come on, Hawk,” Ronan says, pulling me from my thoughts. “Move closer so Bo can fit too.”
I shuffle my body toward hers until most of our bodies are touching in some way. I feel Bo move behind me before he announces, “I’m officially on the blanket!”
A smile finally graces her lips, and I watch her shoulders lower with the release of tension. She looks up at me, and only the sound of our breaths and the crackling of the fire reaches my ears.
I grab the other blanket and throw it over all of us. Then I find her hand and kiss her fingertips before holding it betweenus. “Goodnight, Willow.”
“Goodnight, Hawk.” She tilts her head back and adds, “Goodnight, Ronan. Goodnight, Bo.”
They both whisper their goodnights, and I wait until I see her close her eyes before I do the same. Her breath skates over my fingers and cheek and helps send me into a restful sleep.
Chapter Sixteen
Willow
Iwake to one of my favorite sounds in the world… rain. I can hear it coming from outside, but it must also be coming down through the crack in the ceiling. Luckily, I feel completely dry, so it’s not hitting us, but the sound of the water hitting the rock is like music to my ears.
Back at the compound, whenever it rained, if I wasn’t scheduled to be working somewhere, I would find a place to sit and watch it in peace. The sound of raindrops hitting the earth always helped to soothe me.
The cave is pitch black, so I know it’s still nighttime, and as I shift my head to get comfortable, I realize I’m curled up tight against someone. I must have rolled over because when I crack my eyes open, it’s Ronan’s face I see in front of mine. And apparently, in my sleep, I have little boundaries. My hand rests in the center of his chest, my leg is hiked up over his, and my head is resting on his shoulder.
I can feel Hawk pressed up to my back, his arm wrapped around my waist. Which means it’s Ronan’s large hand that’s currently holding my ass. My body grows warm as Ifully wake up and realize how tightly I’m pressed between them. This position has caused my nightdress to ride up, meaning Ronan’s hand is touching my bare ass.
His fingers twitch, causing my breath to hitch as a wave of desire shoots straight to my core. His head moves, and I squeeze my eyes shut tight, as an illogical fear of getting caught like this fills me. I feel his lips press ever so softly to my forehead, and when they pull away, I open my eyes, suddenly desperate to see his face.
When my eyes connect with his beautiful green ones, he smiles at me, causing all sorts of butterflies to fly around my belly. He lifts his hand from my butt and places it on my elbow, then slowly trails it all the way up to my shoulder, and up my neck, stopping to gently cup my jaw.
As he watches me, his thumb tilts my chin up toward him as his head starts to dip down to me. His eyes lower to my lips, and I inhale sharply, realizing he’s about to kiss me. Hope blooms in my chest, making my heart beat almost as loud as the rain outside.
I lick my lips as my gaze drops to his, and when he is mere inches away, my eyes close and I hold my breath, anticipation pooling in my gut as I wait for him to close the distance.
He doesn’t disappoint. Moments later, his lips gently press to mine, lighting me up from the inside. I’d never even wondered what a kiss felt like before coming to Dyconia. There had never been anyone I'd wanted to experience my first one with.
And now I’m glad I waited. Something magnificent blooms inside my chest. It’s not just because this kiss is amazing, it’s because it’s withhim.
After a few seconds, his lips start to move over mine,telling me there’s more to kissing than this. I try to mimic his movements and follow his lead, but I feel nervous that I might do the wrong thing and mess this up.
His beard tickles my face, but the feeling just makes me want him even more. Using his hand, he tilts my head a little to get a better angle, and my own fingers press harder into his bare chest.
When I feel his tongue stroke the seam of my mouth, I open for him. His tongue is tentative at first, as if he’s worried about moving too quickly. But when his movements have me letting out soft moans that I try to contain or cause my fingers to dig into his chest, I realize he’s figuring out what gets the best reaction from me.
That knowledge causes me to stop holding back, to let myself enjoy this moment with him, and stop worrying about messing this up.
My hand moves up, desperate to feel his beard and his hair. I’ve been dying to sink my fingers into both since the day I met him. I reach his face first, my fingers sinking into his beard and scraping lightly along his jaw, eliciting a moan from him.
I like that.
