The Life That Mattered (Life #1)(28)

Slipping …

Falling …

I grinned, easing out of the recliner. “King of the world, huh? Does that make me your queen?” Lifting a leg, I straddled his lap, forcing him to lean back.

His hands slid up my legs beneath my robe. A smile played along his lips when they reached my hips, and he discovered I wasn’t wearing anything under my robe.

Slipping …

Falling …

“Yes …” He removed one of his hands and pulled the sash. My robe fell open. Ronin had a way of looking at me that felt predatory. The tiny hairs along my skin stood at attention. They knew he was going to do what he wanted to me with little regard for anything—a burning house, a crushing avalanche, Armageddon. “You are most certainly my queen.”

My breath caught when he sucked in my nipple, teasing it with his teeth. Teasing it hard with his teeth.

“Roe …” I breathed, closing my eyes, tangling my fingers in his thick hair.

He cupped my other breast, dragging his mouth across my chest, etching my skin with a day’s worth of stubble. “Say it again.”

I tightened my hold on his hair, arching my back. “Roe …”

“Again …” He bit my other nipple, tugging it as his hands gripped my hips to work my pelvis over his erection.

My robe slipped off my shoulders as we ground against each other. His impatience pulled a growl from his chest. I loved loved loved how badly he needed me like that. The hand on my breast moved between us where he yanked down the front of his pants, no underwear. I wasn’t the only one dressed in minimum attire.

He teased me for a few seconds before pushing into me, tightening his grip on my hips to bring me down onto him.

“Ride me, Evie,” he whispered in my ear, biting my earlobe while his fingers dug into my flesh.

Ronin said things that would have made my mom gasp in horror had she known. My mom adored Ronin. She called him the “ultimate gentleman” because she saw him hold my hand, hold open doors, and stand when a woman walked into the room. He called her Mrs. Taylor, in spite of her insisting he call her Madeline, which made her blush.

But … her face would have turned crimson for different reasons had she known the things he said to me during sex—the things he did to me during sex. His relentless tongue, commanding hands, and large cock had explored my body. Every. Single. Inch.

Ronin obliterated all of my comfort zones, shattered all of my preconceived ideas of taboo. He made everything feel natural because it was with him. I trusted him implicitly, which made my Vanessa reaction seem so insane.

“Roe …” I dropped my head to his shoulder. He felt right. He always felt right moving inside me. I never wanted to experience that intimacy with another man. Not in this life or any other life.

“Not yet, Evie.” He stilled my hips, denying me as his tongue plunged into my mouth, making deep, hard strokes.

“Everyone decent?”

I pulled away; my body frozen like frightened prey as if our lack of motion would make us invisible. But it didn’t. Lila saw us. Well, she saw the back of the sofa, so the back of Ronin’s head, and the front of me. I leaned forward to hide my bared chest—that she’d seen … and tasted.

Ugh …

“Stop it!” I whispered through gritted teeth as Ronin flicked my nipple with his tongue.

“Fuck no, I’m not stopping.”

There it was—Ronin in sex mode. No. Fucks. Given.

“Not … again. I was kidding! I knew you’d be decent! I knew you wouldn’t let this shit happen again!” Lila slapped her hand against her forehead, before glancing back out the door. “One minute, Madeline.”

Crap! My mom?

Lila blew out a hard breath, glancing up at the ceiling for a second. “He’s physically inside of you right now, isn’t he?” Lila bit her bottom lip, scrunching her nose.

I nodded, mirroring her expression, digging my fingernails into Ronin’s shoulders because he was still messing with my nipple.

Flick. Bite. Suck. Flick. Bite. Suck.

“Get your asses to the bedroom and get dressed. Your mom and grandma are here to surprise you, and they are literally ten steps from your porch. Go!” She backed out and shut the door.

I started to climb off him, but Ronin grabbed my ass and stood … still inside of me. “Put me down! Did you hear her? We have to get dressed!”

“I heard.” He smirked, carrying me to the bedroom, mouth sucking along my neck.

“Ronin! Stop!”

He kicked the bedroom door shut and laid me on the bed (still inside of me).

“Roe …” I tried hard to make my case, but he felt so good inside of me. “St-stop …” If my hips hadn’t worked against his so relentlessly, he might have taken my plea more seriously.

Then … he just stopped.

My heavy eyelids forced themselves open. His head hovered over mine. I could hear chattering in the other room.

“Evie …” he whispered, raw and gritty.

Then the voices faded. The world faded. It was just us.

Slipping …

Falling …

He brought his forehead to mine, rolling it side to side. “Evie …” He feathered his fingertips along the outside of my thighs—not like the Ronin who was hell-bent on not stopping just minutes earlier.