I stood under the warm spray, watching Ronan as he walked into the bathroom and closed the door. I could feel my breath hitch as his eyes ran over my body, feeling heat crawl through me. I gave him his privacy for his phone call, waited until I couldn’t hear his low murmur before inviting him to join me.

After last night—that bled over into sometime this morning—I shouldn’t still be so shy around him, but the way he was looking at me made me want to cover myself with my hands, as much as it made me hot.

I loved how Ronan looked at me. I couldn’t remember the last time someone looked at me like that. I let my own eyes roam over his body, feeling my body draw tight as arousal rose. As far as I cared, he was perfect. Tall and not overly muscled, broad shoulders, thick biceps, and thighs, slim hips. He had tattoos on his broad shoulders that fell to his chest, a little down his back and down both arms. There was another tattoo on his right hip and went all the way down his thigh.

I wanted to throw him down on his bed, make him lie still as I mapped every tattoo with my hands and tongue. I'd never been interested in them until I saw them on Ronan. I didn’t suddenly want to get one of my own, but I'd always held a fascination for Ronan's tattoos, and now I got to see all of them. Well, it would be all of them if he'd turn around for a bit.

When he stalked forward, I could feel my body heat up as my breath came faster.

He stepped under the shower spray, arms going around me and holding me tightly to his chest, lips meeting mine in a slow kiss, long and wet, tongues meeting and battling. I'd had him several times already, I could feel the aches and soreness in my body to prove it, but I still wanted him. He was half-hard against me, and without thinking, I rubbed my hips against his, and I could feel him twitch and grow harder against my abdomen.

We didn’t take it any further, pulling away from each other not long after. I picked up his soap, squeezing a good amount of the liquid into my palm. He did the same, then we each rubbed our hands together. I reached for him as he reached for me, running our soapy hands all over each other's body. It wasn’t perfect, but it was a particularly thorough wash. Once we rinsed off, we stood under the warm water just kissing, slow and languid. His hot water wouldn’t last, even though I'd turned it on low so we could last longer, but until the water was freezing, or I started to prune up, neither of us was stepping out.

"Remember how we met?"

The question came out of nowhere, startling me for a second. Then my mind registered his words.

I grinned up at Ronan, wrapping my arms around his neck and running my fingers through his wet hair. Like I could forget.

"You were being cocky because you'd just won a race and it was a small one. You thought I'd go out with you just because you impressed me."

"You didn’t say no," he pointed out, looking smug.

No, I hadn't. Though I let him think I was going because pretty much everybody else in the crowd was, even though I ended up sitting with him the whole night.

It wasn’t the first time I saw him around. New bikers in the underground circuit were a big thing. It wasn’t easy to be let in to race. You had to find other bikers and have them agree to let you join a race, and then prove you were good enough to get into more races. I couldn’t deny that Ronan was a good racer.

Teagan said, "You won money then, too. Not as much, but you took me out to a bar, then tried to get me to go home with you."

"And you turned me down," I reminded her.

I snorted at the disgruntled look, even though it was slightly impressed, almost the exact look he'd given me that day when I didn’t immediately do as he wanted just because he'd asked. I wouldn’t have, back then, when I was still fighting my attraction for him. I didn’t think I could say no to him anymore. But if he didn’t already know that, I wasn’t going to enlighten him.

"The prize wasn’t the money for me, though."

I arched my eyebrows. "Oh, no?"

"No." His eyes were serious as they looked into mine. "The prize for me was being with you."

I could feel my insides melt even as I tried to keep my cool. Not that Ronan had ever made it easy for me. Bold and relentless, always coming back no matter how many times I turned him down. Yeah, he was cocky, and it annoyed me as much as it intrigued me in the beginning. But then he said things like right now, that made me want to give into him and do it gladly.

"Do you still feel that way?" the words slid out of my mouth in a murmur.

I hadn't meant to say them out loud, I was letting him see too much into how I felt about him, but I couldn’t call the words back. I didn’t want to.

He didn’t answer at first, leaning closer until his lips pressed against mine. The kiss was chaste, all lips and no tongue, but I still shivered at the soft slide of his lips. I blinked my eyes open when he pulled back, wondering when I allowed them to close.

"I could show you how much I meant it, how much I still do."

He held my eyes, but all I could do was stare back in anticipation. Then he was pushing me back, slowly, until my back hit the tiles. It was cold, and my body jumped, but he was pressing his body against me before I could move away. Then he was kissing me, and I didn’t care. I let my mouth fall open with a moan when I felt his tongue against my lips, moaning again when he tangled it with mine, rolled it around my mouth. I needed to breathe, but I couldn’t care less, my arms tightening around him, my nails digging into his skin.

Ronan pulled away before I could suffocate, and I would have protested anyway, but he didn’t stop. He kissed all over my face and then moved down to my neck. My hands clenched in his hair as he slid down my chest until he took my nipple in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the tight bud, flicked the tip of his tongue against it, then scraped it with his teeth. He moved to the other one, nipping it with his lips, then taking it into his mouth and giving a hard suck that had me arching my back and my head falling back against the tiles.

I throbbed between my thighs, wanting attention there. My fingers tightened and released in his hair, tugging with every jolt of electricity that went through me as he switched between one nipple and the other.

"Ronan!" I sounded desperate, but I couldn’t bring myself to be embarrassed.

I made a strangled sound when he suddenly stopped, sliding down until he was on his knees. His hands slid down my back, to my hips, holding me in place as he kissed all over my stomach. He nipped a line from one side of my hips to the other. I tugged at his hair, glaring down at him when he looked up at me with laughing eyes.

One hand moved between my thighs, and I parted them readily. I shivered when he breathed on my pubes, moving my hands to his shoulders as I bent my knees a little. Then his tongue was where I wanted it, and I almost screamed at the first touch. He held me open for him with his fingers, his tongue licking all over my sex, making me wetter with his spit.

I trembled hard against the tiles, digging my nails into his shoulders, barely keeping myself up with my weakening knees. I moaned when he firmed his tongue and thrust it inside me, over and over, making me writhe and squirm against the tiles. He replaced his tongue with a finger, two quickly following, his tongue flicking at my clit as he thrust his fingers in and out of me.

I wasn’t going to last. He was driving me wild with lust, his fingers moving faster inside me, tongue flicking faster against my clit. When I looked down, I met his eyes. Holding my gaze, he circled his lips around my clit, at the same time curling his fingers as they continued to pump inside me. Orgasm caught me by surprise, making my body shudder and I almost lost my balance.

But he was getting up, his fingers still moving inside me as he kissed his way back up my body. His fingers slid out of me, replaced almost immediately by his cock, sliding to the hilt with one, hard thrust that made me cry out. His hands gripped the back of my thighs, and I knew what he wanted without him asking. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, holding on tightly as he carefully lifted my legs up so I could wrap them around his hips without his cock falling out of me.

He held me still for a bit, our heavy breathing echoing in the tiny bathroom. Then he was moving, and I couldn’t help a whimper at the friction, every thrust making his cock rub against my sensitive walls, sending shocks of pleasurable electricity through my body. He took my mouth in a kiss as he picked up the pace of his thrusts. I kissed him back clumsily, feeling exhaustion dragging at my limbs even as my heart beat faster, arousal coursing through me.

Ronan kept one supporting arm under my ass as he made love to me, pumping me against the tiled wall. His other arm moved so his hand could slide between our bodies. He cupped one breast in his palm, fingers moving to play with the nipple, before switching breasts and giving the other similar treatment.

He pulled back from the kiss, keeping his rhythm as he slid his fingers into my open mouth. I moaned lightly, rolling my tongue against his fingers, getting them wet. Then he was pulling them back, his hand dragging them down between my breasts, over my stomach, to rub at my clit. I clamped my teeth on his throat like he did for me yesterday, and I could feel his groan rumble through his chest. I tightened my limbs around him and my body shook as I came.

I shuddered and trembled in his arms, the orgasm going on and on as he continued pumping his hips. I was left feeling spent as my body came down from the high. Ronan was still thick and twitching inside me. After a couple more thrusts, he pulled back and I felt something warm splash on me. Then he was still, his head falling to rest on my shoulder.

We were out of the shower minutes later, after a short pause and a quick rinse. I only had the clothes from last night, and I was so glad they weren’t dirty. I still felt my skin crawl as I pulled on the pants without underwear. I'd never gone commando before, but the pants were so tight the lines would have been visible if I put on a thong, which I had also never tried on. Ronan was already dressed, coming around the bed to where I was pulling on my boots. He sat next to me, his hand under my chin raising my head up so he could kiss me.

"I wish we could go out and get something to eat. Probably lunch since it's way too late for breakfast."

I hummed, kissing him back. "So, why don’t we?"

He gave me a last kiss before pulling back, looking regretful. "I'd really love to, but I can't. I have a meeting to go to. I've been putting it off and it's probably not a good idea to continue doing that."

His look turned sour as he talked, and I remembered the phone call that woke me up. I hadn't seen his face, but considering he didn’t answer right away, I'd thought he was annoyed at whoever it was. I'd excused myself out of courtesy, though I wouldn’t have minded sleeping more.

I was curious about who he was talking to. Ronan didn’t seem to have any real friends. There were the guys he hung out with, mostly to go out for a drink with after a race or a party, but I didn’t think he considered them friends. Few people really knew anything about him and he wasn’t exactly talkative, but the mystery just added to his appeal.

But I was one of those girls that didn’t like surprises. I always imagined the worst.

"You always do that. Come out of nowhere, and then disappear after. I never know where you go," I commented.

It never really bothered me before. It probably wasn’t even fair, since I knew where he lived and he didn’t know where I lived, even though it was for his own good.

I wasn’t surprised when he brushed me off, but it still hurt.

"Can a man not have secrets?" he queried.

I bit my lip, eyeing him nervously out of the corner of my eye as I finished tying my boots. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust him… but I knew what some guys were like. It was why I was so picky when it came to my love life.

"You're sure it's not just another woman," I joked, but my nervousness came out clear in my voice. I held back a wince, knowing most guys didn’t like clingy, jealous women, either.

Ronan wasn’t even annoyed, though. He just pulled me up by my hands, arms sliding around my waist as he gave me another long, lingering kiss that left me breathless.

"Trust me when I say that is not it. You're all the woman that I need, Teagan."