“Please,” she murmured. “More.”

So I gave her more. I gave her everything. Before I knew it, she was touching her breasts, pinching her nipples as I devoured her, and I swear I could have come from the sight. She was simply glorious. When she came, it was with the most beautiful sounds I’d ever heard, all quick, shallow breaths and sweet little sighs. I couldn’t hold back any longer, my balls drawing tight as I emptied myself onto the bed sheets.

Chest heaving, Annie looked down at me, her eyes full of such tenderness and affection that I felt breathless for a moment. She seemed curious.

“Did you….”

“Yeah, you’re just too sexy,” I replied with a wink and a ragged breath. I had only woken up, and already I was exhausted but in the best way possible. She giggled and stroked my hair away from my face as I rested my head against her thigh.

“What are we doing here, Ronan?” she asked, still stroking. Despite her question, her voice was lazy with post-orgasm chill.

The smile I gave her was devilish. “I’m enjoying you, Annie. And you’re enjoying me enjoying you.”

“And when we go home?”

I nuzzled her thigh and felt her shiver. “You forget, I am home. And you know, I’m kind of considering not letting you go now.”

“I have to go back,” she said past a sigh.

“Yeah, I know. And I’ll be going with you. And when we get there, we can enjoy each other some more. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll feed you some more sausage, because we both know how much you like that.”

Her lips twitched as she said, “You know, it doesn’t always have to be sausage….”

Her sassy response caused an unexpected burst of laughter as I lifted myself up off the bed and went to the breakfast trolley. All this talk of food was making me hungry. Everything was either greasy and fried or loaded with refined sugars.

“Ah, fuck it,” I said and picked up a Danish, taking a big bite.

Annie’s eyes glittered as she watched me. “So good, right?”

“Too good,” I replied then pointed the Danish at her. “Not as good as you, though.”

She blushed. “Ronan.”

“Annie,” I said, mimicking her scandalized tone. “I’ve just had my mouth on your vagina. All embarrassment is no longer allowed.”

She glanced at me from beneath her lashes. “Okay.”

“Good. Now, on to the next item on today’s agenda. Bath or shower?”

“Um….”

“I’m thinking a shower,” I teased. “Sure I’ve already seen you in the bath—which, by the way, I’ve been meaning to ask you about. What in the world were you doing in there with all those bubbles and nothing but your hand?” My chuckle was devious. And then, if I ever had any doubts that I loved this woman, her next words blew them all to shards.

“Thinking of you,” she whispered bravely. I almost dropped the Danish. She glanced to the side and continued talking. “I’m kind of obsessed with your body. I mean, it’s easy for most women to be sexy. They were born with boobs and bottoms, and that’s what men like. But men have to work for what women like. That ‘V’ thing and the six-pack and, man, those thighs. You have to kill yourself with exercise and eating right to look like you do. I respect the hell out of that. And well, the least I can do is pay you the compliment of looking after all your hard work.”

She gave me a wicked little smile, and I was done for. She was literally holding my heart in her hands, warming it with her honesty and her openness. I strode toward the bed, and she squealed when I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder.

“For that little speech, love, you get a bonus orgasm.”

Chapter Eighteen

@Pixiefacecarla: Saw @RonanFitz out and about today. He looked at me for a second and now I think I’m pregnant. #swoon #sexybastard #icandiehappy

@RonanFitz: @Pixiefacecarla Fairly sure that was @Tomsouthernchef. He’s a notorious eye impregnator. Bet you a tenner the baby comes out ginger.

@Tomsouthernchef: @RonanFitz Jealous of my superpower?

*Ronan*

“You, me, and a couple of the lads for a game down at Old Wesley, what you do say, Fitzy?” Bryan asked through the phone. I’d put him on loudspeaker. “My brother and his mates play there. They’d sell their grannies for a chance to meet you. Come on. It’ll be fun.”

I’d just finished up in the shower with Annie and hadn’t wanted to leave the hotel suite for the rest of the day. Now Bryan was nagging me to go and play a match with a bunch of pimply teenagers. I knew which option was more appealing, but I felt bad saying no. I glanced at Annie, who was standing by the window toweling her hair dry. She gave me an enthusiastic smile and a thumbs-up to show she thought it was a good idea.

“Is Cassidy going to be there?” I asked.

“Ah, shit, probably. He’s not an intentional fuckwit. He was just raised that way. You know what his family’s like. Just ignore him if he shows up.”

“It’s difficult to ignore a cock when there’s a cock in your face, Bryan.”

“Can we leave the cocks out of it? I’ve just eaten breakfast,” he said, chuckling, and I gave in. In all honesty, I missed the boys. It’d be nice to play a game, get back to what I enjoyed for a while.

“Fine. I’ll be there. See you later.”

“Later,” said Bryan before hanging up.