~ Ronan ~

I can smell her arousal. From the moment she hugs my back earlier, I feel how hard her nipples are through her thin cardigan, and I must say, it's a feeling I want to feel again. I can't help thinking about them—how good they would taste in my mouth, or how good she would whimper when I bite into her buds. I can feel my cock straining my pants, and I suddenly can't wait for tonight.

“You can hate me, but you can't fuckin' run,” I growl, my lips brushing her ear, and I can ...