Why Not Tonight (Happily Inc. #3)(32)

She wrapped her legs around his hips. “I’m there, Ronan. Seriously, like two fast strokes and I—”

He groaned, seemed to gather himself, then shoved into her hard and fast, pushing her over the edge. She grabbed his hips, pulling him in as far as she could, then lost herself in her release. He continued to thrust in and out for a couple more seconds, then stilled as he came.

*

RONAN HADN’T DARED to imagine what it would be like to be with Natalie, which turned out to be a good thing. There was no way his imagination was up to the task. She was sexy and beautiful and curvy and about the hottest woman he’d ever seen, let alone made love with. She was uninhibited in a way he never would have guessed, and when she had her orgasm, it was the most incredible thing ever.

As they began to breathe normally and their heart rates slowed from hummingbird levels, his mind cleared just enough for him to think about how much he wanted her again. He wondered if it were possible to get enough.

She snuggled close and sighed. “Wow. Just wow.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh, please. You know it was good. Do you need me to say the words? The screams weren’t enough?”

“The screams were pretty good. And a bit of a surprise.”

“For me, too.”

He wrapped his arms around her. “Thank you.”

“And wow?”

He kissed her nose and smiled. “Big wow.”

She looked at him. “So, you’re a breast man. I never would have guessed.”

His gaze dropped to her chest. “I’ve never been into one specific body part before, but you have the most stunning breasts I’ve ever seen.”

They were large and perfectly shaped. Or maybe it was her nipples or maybe it was just because they were hers. He had a vision of her on top, bouncing along as she rode him, and he went instantly hard. Fortunately they’d pulled up the sheet and she didn’t notice. It was one thing to be enthused, but another to be desperate.

She glanced at the clock. “Okay, so here’s the thing. I didn’t get dinner and I’m starving. The Chinese place is open for another twenty minutes. Do you want me to call in an order for the two of us?”

Or do you want to go?

She didn’t ask that part of the question, but he could read it in the faint worry in her eyes. In the two years he’d known Natalie, he’d never heard her talk about a guy. He had a feeling she didn’t play the field and wasn’t into one-night stands. Something he should have thought of before, because he didn’t have a clue as to what he was doing—or wanted—except he knew he didn’t want to go home. Not yet.

“Chinese sounds great.”

She scrambled out of bed. “I have the number in my cell phone. Anything you don’t like?”

She wasn’t wearing anything and made no attempt to cover herself. He studied her curves, her full breasts and belly, her legs, and knew he had to have her again. She was lush and feminine and totally sexual.

“Ronan?”

“Get your favorites. I’m sure I’ll like them, too.”

“Okay.”

She walked out of the room, giving him a view of her perfect ass. He swore softly, then began to dress. Once dinner was over, he promised himself, they were going to do it and she was for sure going to be on top.





CHAPTER EIGHT

GOING OUT IN the relatively cool night did little to tamp down Ronan’s desire. Just having Natalie next to him in his truck was enough to get him going again. But he was determined to get through the meal without acting like some horny kid who couldn’t keep it in his pants.

She tucked the big bag of takeout next to her feet and grinned at him. “I’m starving.”

Her smile was infectious, her air of sexual satisfaction gratifying. He liked knowing he’d pleased her. More than pleased her, he thought smugly.

“Just to be clear, I know that wasn’t baby sex,” she said as he drove back to her place.

Shock nearly had him driving into a tree. “What?”

“From the app. It wasn’t at all and I just wanted you to know.”

That damned app. He’d totally forgotten about it. “Thanks for the share.”

“Don’t be grumpy. You would have thought of it eventually and totally freaked out.”

“I don’t freak out.”

“Have you seen you? Because you do. But it’s okay. I like you, anyway.”

A baby. Damn. She knew how to break a mood. Not that he didn’t still want her, but the need was about 20 percent less intense.

They arrived back at her place. He carried the food upstairs and waited while she unlocked the door. This time he got a good look at her apartment, only to grin when his gaze settled on the lamp sitting on the floor by the entry table. He carefully put it back in place, then glanced around.

The floor plan was surprisingly open. Living room, eating area and kitchen were basically one big room. She’d painted each of the walls a different color, which should have been chaotic, but was surprisingly pleasing to the eye. The door and window trim was uniformly pale lavender. Her living room sofa was oversize and done in a neutral medium brown, and the area rug pulled together all the colors.

Paintings and mixed-media pieces were everywhere. Some he recognized as her work; others were from artists he didn’t know.