The Last Piece of His Heart (Lost Boys 3)

“Don’t,” I said, pulling him back.

“You sure?”

“I’m on the pill. And clean. You?”

He nodded. “Had a workup before I left Wisconsin.” His gaze deepened. “And there’s been no one but you.”

“Same,” I said. “I want to feel you inside me. And I want you to feel me.” I hardly recognized the woman saying these things. But this was the first time I’d been in his place, the first time in his bed, the first time we’d been naked together. “I want all of you.”

His brows furrowed; his expression looked almost pained as he kissed me. The entire vibe in the room changed. Downshifted from something raw and heated to slow and intense. Ronan positioned himself over me, blanketed me with is body, so perfectly heavy. Perfectly masculine in every way. He kissed me deeply, thoroughly, his hands holding my face. I spread my legs, letting him settle deeper into the V of my body. He rolled his hips and his cock slid inside easily; I was so wet for him. So ready and wanting this.

“Oh, God,” I moaned, arching into that first perfect thrust. Ronan was so big, so heavy and hard, touching places inside me. The feel of him without anything in the way made me dizzy.

“Shiloh, fuck…” He bent to kiss me, still holding my face as he pulled back slowly, then pushed back in. “You feel so fucking good. Christ, so good…”

He did it over and over, his hips rolling into me, undulating like a wave, slow and deep. Our skin, naked and sweat-slicked, touched in a hundred places. I felt myself begin to unravel. The slate gray of Ronan’s eyes and the beauty of his face became one reality while the heavy ache he stoked where we were joined became another. Every touch, every thrust drew me tighter, the ache becoming sharper, glassier, and stronger than anything I’d felt before.

He kissed me until kissing became impossible, and then it was just his eyes on mine and our bodies moving somewhere below, automatically rising and falling, my hips lifting as his came down.

The beauty of the night—the butterflies and the lights, the food and the dancing, and now this…him. Ronan was right there, giving himself to me.

All I could do was let go, the last of my reservations and protections crashing down as the orgasm swelled up. I pulled him tight to me, wrapped my arms and legs around him, our bodies moving like one entity, the two of us burning in one fever.

I cried out as I came, unraveled completely, delirious and lost in the best way.

Ronan came hard moments later, spilling his release deep inside me, hot and thick. I clutched him to me, taking all of it, my core throbbing, my body humming everywhere.

A few more erratic thrusts and he collapsed on top of me, his face in the crook of my neck, his body shuddering with the last of his orgasm. His hard chest pressed against my breasts, his heartbeat pounding with mine.

When he lifted his head to check in, I nodded. Kissed him. And we started all over again.

Ronan took me again and again. He made love to me that first time and then we fucked. All night. I lost count of how many times I came. Or he did. We went at each other, a carnal give and take, until sometime late in the night, we sank into each other a final time. He was still inside me as we began to drift.

I wanted him to stay there forever.

“Too heavy,” he murmured and rolled away, only far enough that we still lay tangled in each other, sweat soaked and satiated at last.

He slept, and I kept my vigil over him until my eyes drooped, then I slept too.

And there were no nightmares.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Early the next morning, I woke to feel the bed dip as Ronan climbed out and drew on his clothes.

“How are you even moving?” I stretched under the sheets. “I’m not going to be able to walk for a month.”

“Miller needs me. Holden and I are going to help get rid of his mom’s asshole boyfriend.”

“What does that mean, exactly?”

“Tenant eviction,” Ronan said with a wry smile, drawing on his boots. “I won’t be gone long. Stay here. The coffee maker is ready to go if you want coffee. There are doughnuts on the counter and fruit in the fridge… I wasn’t sure what you might want.”

“You have all that waiting for me? Did you plan on me coming here?”

“I hoped that you would.” He smiled a little and went to the top drawer of his dresser. “I would have given this to you sooner, but we didn’t do much sleeping.” He turned, and my heart swelled to see a silky headscarf in red and orange. He handed it to me. “If you want to sleep more.”

“Ronan…”