Ronan’s gaze stays locked on mine as he grasps my hips and lifts me up and off his thighs. I swallow as the bulbous tip of his cock probes my entrance. I suck in a deep breath. From this position, it feels far bigger than it did when I had my hands wrapped around it, and it felt huge then.

Ronan’s fingertips dig into the soft flesh covering my hip bones as he slowly lowers me.

The first inch of his cock slides into me, triggering a fresh flood of moisture and a return of the pulsating heat in my lower belly, surprising me. On the few occasions when a lover has managed to get me off, he’s never been able to do anything to interest my body in a second round. Yet for some reason, just the feel of Ronan’s cock is warming me right up again.

What the hell makes him so different from every other man I’ve ever known?

“Sweetheart.” Ronan’s voice and the unexpected endearment returns my attention to him. His fingers flex against my hips. “I don’t want you thinking about anything else right now. Okay?”

How did he know my thoughts had temporarily turned away from the feel of him?

I nod.

“I want you to just breathe and let yourself relax.” He lowers me another quarter of an inch. “Just feel everything I’m doing to you. I promise, you won’t be sorry.”

My inner walls lightly spasm, trying to draw him more deeply inside of me. The heat in my belly burns brighter as a light pressure starts building.

“You might be right,” I whisper. Since I’ve never had a second orgasm, I don’t know what the build-up usually feels like, but from where I’m sitting, not only is Ronan stoking the fires that will lead to a repeat performance, it’s going to be even more intense than the first.

If it is, I don’t know how I’ll survive the experience.

“I am,” Ronan replies, one hundred percent confident in his abilities.

He lowers me the rest of the way until I’m straddling his pelvis, his entire cock buried deeply inside of me.

I lean forward slightly and brace my hands on Ronan’s shoulders.

When it comes to sex, I’ve always been a traditionalist. By the time I get to this point, I’m the one pinned between a mattress and a lover. This is the first time I’ve ever been the one on top. I like it.

Chasing my instincts, I slowly roll my hips, enjoying the way the movement changes the way Roman’s cock feels inside of my pussy.

“Stop,” Ronan orders. His grip on my hips tightens, halting my movement. “Remember, you’re supposed to be relaxing. Letting me take care of everything.”

Keeping one hand locked on my hip, he lets the other slide around to my front, gliding lower until he buries his fingers in my folds, capturing my swollen clit between his fingers and rolling the tiny bundle of nerve endings first one way, then the other. His hips buck, the sharp, short movement driving his cock deeper into my body, touching and activating nerve endings that have never been triggered before.

The slow, bubbling burn in my lower belly ignites into a five-alarm inferno.

Mewling softly in the back of my throat, I lean forward, covering his mouth with mine.

I initiated the kiss, but Ronan quickly takes control. His fingers keep playing with my clit, triggering one wave of moist heat after another to drench my already weeping pussy while his tongue and dick mirror one another’s short, thrusting movements.

One wave of hot, nearly unbearable sensation rolls through me, threatening to break me apart as fireworks burst behind my eyes.

My pussy tightens around Ronan’s thick member. My nails bite into his skin as pressure builds, starting in my pussy and quickly working its way upwards until it consumes me.

“Here we go,” Ronan says, and his voice sounds very far away even though his lips still brush mine.

Ronan arches his back, changing the angle of his cock, and the unexpectedness of the movement would have unseated me if I hadn’t been holding so tightly to his shoulders.

The change in angle is the final straw. It allows his cock to stroke a nerve that releases a thousand volts of white lightning, each volt hitting a new pleasure point. I can’t tell if they trigger one giant orgasm or if Ronan has just set off a thousand little ones that are rolling into one massive tidal wave of pleasure.

I scream incoherently as Ronan stiffens beneath me. Somewhere in the very back of my shattered mind, I register the hot spurt that signals his own climax and get the oddest sensation that I should be worried about it, but then another earth-moving wave of pleasure cascades through me and the only thing I can do is feel.

When I collapse on his chest, Ronan rolls onto his side, disengaging his now flaccid member and sliding off the bed.

Still vibrating from the most incredible aftershocks, the only thing I can do is lie there as he disappears into the hotel room’s bathroom. I hear water running for the briefest moment, and a few seconds later, Ronan returns, a damp washcloth draped over one hand.

Too exhausted to do anything but lie passively, I let him use the rough cloth to wipe the remains of our night from the inside of my thighs. He tosses the cloth on the floor and works the bedding out from under me. The mattress dips as he climbs back onto the bed, and uses the quilt to cover both of us.

I don’t protest as he pulls me into his arms, cuddling my back against the front of his chest even though I never sleep with any of the men I invite into my room. My MO has always been to kick them out of my bed, out of my room, and whenever possible, out of my life as soon as I can.

But for some reason, with Ronan, I just can’t do that. Probably because I’m still in a pleasure-induced fog. Besides, he’s all warm and comfy. Why should I deny myself that?

My eyes flutter closed without any conscious effort on my part, and the siren’s call of sleep beckons me. Just before I drift away, a sudden thought springs to the front of my mind.

I laugh.

“What’s so funny?” His own weariness gives Ronan’s words a slightly slurred quality.

“I just thought of how Northwest is always complaining that they don’t have any money and that the pilots need to come up with ways to cut corners.”

It might be my imagination, but I swear Ronan stiffens.

“And that’s funny?” He sounds more alert.

“No, not really.” Ronan might be waking up, but with every passing heartbeat, I’m getting sleepier, making it harder to remember what I wanted to say. “I just wondered what would happen if I pointed out that having all the pilots sleeping in one hotel, in one hotel room, would save a fortune.”

“Mmm,” Ronan agrees. His arms tighten around me, pulling me more securely against his chest. “Of course, the only way I’d be interested in using that particular method for helping the company save money is if all the other lady pilots are as sexy as you.”