Ronan
Lara tastes like sunshine and flowers and warm summer days.
She tastes like rainbows.
She tastes like happiness.
She tastes like perfection and I know that I utterly, completely don’t deserve her, but right now I’m going to be selfish and take what she’s offering me. Right now, I’m going to be a little crazy, a little irresponsible, a little bad, and I’m going to kiss the hell of this little human.
I’m going to make her forget everything but me.
She’s going to be the death of me, I realize. Her hand is still on my cock, gripping it through my pants, and her lips are soft against mine. How long has it been since a woman made me feel this way? How long has it been since someone made me lose every ounce of self-control I possess?
As a lawyer, my self-control is everything to me. It’s the most important part of my job, the most valuable thing I have to offer to my clients. I have to be in complete control of myself at all times so I can get the best deal for each client who comes my way. If I freak out, if I get upset, if I let anger cloud my judgment, then I won’t be able to help my clients.
So I stay calm at all times.
I stay calm and collected and rational because if I’m not, I’ll risk losing the case. I’ll risk everything and that’s not something I’m willing to do. It’s not just about my clients, to be honest. On a certain level, the self-control I exhibit is also about my pride. I’m not going to let nasty looks from a jury get under my skin. I’m not going to let a prosecutor’s harsh words irritate me. I’m certainly not going to let an angry judge’s wrath be the reason I can’t stay rational.
I’m better than that.
At least, I always thought so.
That was before, though.
That was before Lara.
Now?
Now I’m not so sure that self-control is the answer. Now I’m not so sure that being in control is always the best idea. I’ve never felt so out of control as I do at this moment and I’ve never felt so alive.
Everything about Lara is incredible. Everything about her captivates me. I run my hands through her hair and down her cheeks. My hands settle on her face and I hold her, kissing her, dominating her mouth, sliding my tongue over her own.
She doesn’t release my cock. Instead, she runs her hand up and down my shaft, offering me achingly wonderful pain. My dick is screaming with excitement, with pleasure.
“I want to be inside you,” I whisper, and Lara groans. “I want to make love to you, baby,” I tell her. “I want to spread your legs and sink into your tight pussy and just fuck you until you come over and over again.”
“Oh my dragons,” she whispers, but I can smell her arousal. I’m sure that at this point, everyone in the damn building can smell her arousal. Everyone knows exactly how turned on she is. They all know exactly how much Lara wants me.
And something about that makes me feel protective.
No one should know she’s aroused but me.
She’s my mate.
The thought echoes through my head and this time, I don’t push it away. This time, I embrace the feeling, the idea that maybe, just maybe, Lara really is my mate.
Her hand grips me tighter, stroking harder and harder, and I know that we’re about to reach a breaking point. We’re either going to sleep together or we’re going to stop touching because if she doesn’t stop rubbing my cock, I’m going to come inside my pants like a horny teenager.
“I need you,” she whispers. “Oh, I’ve never needed anything like this before.”
“No?” I ask, kissing her neck, running my tongue over her skin.
“No,” she groans, throwing her head back, giving me easier access. “This is incredible. I’m so wet, Ronan. I’m so horny. Fuck, why am I so horny?” Then, just as suddenly as this started, she stops it, pushing me away.
Lara looks overwhelmed, confused. Her face is flushed and her hair is a mess now, but she still looks perfect. She still looks beautiful.
“What’s wrong with me?” She asks, shaking her head. Her eyes are wide and I try to read the emotions there: pain, confusion, embarrassment. “We’ve only just met,” she says. “I’m really, really sorry. That was completely inappropriate.”
I didn’t expect her to say that.
I’m not sure what I expected, but it wasn’t that.
It wasn’t that this was a mistake.
It wasn’t that this was wrong.
I’ve done a lot of bad things in my life, a lot of wrong things, but this wasn’t one of them. For the first time in a very long time, I made a decision felt completely, totally right. While Lara was in my arms, the world felt whole. The world felt safe. I want that feeling back again. I don’t want this thing between us – whatever it is – to be over.
“It’s okay,” I say, and I start to reach for her, but Lara shakes her head and reaches for her purse.
“I’m sorry,” she straightens her clothes and tries to fix her hair. “I appreciate you meeting with me today and listening to my troubles, but I don’t think this is going to work.”
She’s going to walk out of here.
She’s going to walk out of my office and out of my life if I don’t do something about it.
Luckily for me, my entire job revolves around reading people and knowing how to respond to them, so I muster every ounce of lawyer skill I have, and I speak again.
“Lara, leaving now would be a mistake.”
“What?” She turns back to me, surprised. “What are you talking about, Ronan? We just totally made out in your office like horny teenagers,” she lowers her voice, like someone is going to overhear. “That’s totally wrong. You don’t need a client who behaves so unpredictably and unprofessionally.”
“I don’t think it’s your place to tell me what I don’t need, little human.”
“What?” Her mouth forms a perfect “o” as she looks at me in surprise. “Why did you call me that?”
“That’s what you are, sweetheart. You’re a cute, tiny, adorable little human and you can think it’s crazy all you want,” I take a deep breath because I’m all in. There’s no backing out now. There’s no going back. There’s no erasing this moment. I’m going for it. “But you’re my mate, Lara, and I think you feel it, too.”