~ LYRA ~

A broad, heart-stopping smile spreads across Ronan’s face, and I yelp when his arms go around my waist and hike me into the air. He whips me around, pressing me against the chilly shower tiles.

“Ask me for anything, and I’ll give it to you.”

“Anything?”

He nods, and I grin. “You owe me a tattoo.”

“That’s right. I do.” He pulls away and gazes down at my body, his eyes hovering over my breasts. “Any idea where you want ...