Page 78 of In the Shadows
Ronan stood in the doorway, watching her.
"You okay?"
"No." She turned to face him. "But I don't want to think anymore. I just want to feel."
He crossed the room in three steps and kissed her.
Not gentle. Not careful. The kind of kiss that consumed, that demanded, that left no space for tomorrow or the FBI or the men who would be arrested at dawn. His hands cupped her face, tilting her head back, and she opened for him, tasting the desperation that matched her own.
She grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him closer. Felt the heat of his body through the fabric, the rapid beat of his heart against her palms. He walked her backward until her legs hit the edge of the bed, and then he stopped.
"Lila." His voice was rough.
She pulled his shirt over his head. Ran her hands across his chest, feeling the planes of muscle, the ridges of old scars. He sucked in a breath when her fingers found a sensitive spot along his ribs.
"Your turn," he said, and reached for her blouse.
He undressed her slowly. Blouse first, then bra, his mouth following his hands—pressing kisses to her collarbone, the swell of her breasts, the soft skin of her stomach. She arched into him, her fingers digging into his shoulders, heat pooling low in her belly.
"Ronan."
"I've got you."
He unzipped her pants and slid them down her legs, her underwear with them. She stood naked before him. She felt powerful and provocative. The way he looked at her—like she was everything—made her feel invincible.
She reached for his belt. Unbuckled it. Unzipped his jeans and pushed them down, freeing him. He was hard, and when she wrapped her hand around his length, he groaned against her neck.
"Bed," he managed. "Now."
They fell onto the mattress together. He settled over her, his weight braced on his forearms, his hips pressing between her thighs. She could feel him against her, sliding through her wetness, and she lifted her hips, trying to take him in.
"Not yet." He kissed her jaw, her throat, the spot behind her ear. "I want to taste you first."
He moved down her body. Pressed his mouth to her breast, sucking her nipple until she gasped. Then lower, kissing across her stomach, her hip, the inside of her thigh.
When his mouth found her center, she cried out.
His tongue traced her folds, slow and deliberate. He circled her clit with maddening precision, building pressure until she was writhing beneath him, her hands fisted in the sheets.
"Ronan—please?—"
He slid two fingers inside her, curling them against the spot that made her see stars. His mouth never stopped, sucking and licking while his fingers moved in a rhythm that had her climbing fast.
The orgasm crashed through her. She arched off the bed, thighs clamping around his head, wave after wave rolling through her body. He didn't stop until she was trembling, until she pushed at his shoulders because it was too much.
He kissed his way back up, his lips wet with her.
"I need you inside me."
He reached for his jeans on the floor and pulled a condom from his wallet. She helped him roll it on. The guttural sound that came from his throat sent a rush through her.
He positioned himself at her entrance.
"Look at me," he said.
She met his eyes. Dark. Intent. Full of something she'd spent her whole life looking for.
He pushed inside.
