Page 94 of Tiny Fractures
“I can’t really help it,” I say.
He scoops me up, interlacing his hands under my butt, while I wrap my legs around his waist. And just like this morning, he carries me off into the waves, though he doesn’t submerge us when he’s waist-deep in the ocean. Instead, he keeps holding on to me and begins kissing my collarbone so softly it sends goose bumps down my arms and back.
He makes his way slowly up the side of my neck and to my jawline before I tip my head down to meet his lips. His tongue slips inside my mouth, tasting me the instant I part my lips. And even though we’re standing in the cool water, my body is scorching hot from the heat radiating off Ronan’s perfect body and the want coursing through my veins.
Ronan slowly lowers me into the water, his lips never leaving mine as my hands greedily explore his back, his neck, his chest, finding their way into his dark-blond hair before gliding back down his neck, too eager to rest. His hands roam my body, equally restless, and my breath hitches when Ronan suddenly undoes the string to my bikini top.
“Is this okay?” he groans against my lips.
I push against him in response, deepening our kiss, wanting him to feel more of me as my heart beats in my chest like hummingbird wings. His left hand glides from my back to my ribs, then gently outlines the curve of my breast before he slides the fabric of my top up and cups my breast in his hand. He runs his thumb over my already-hard nipple, eliciting a moan.
“Please just tell me when to stop,” he begs, his breathing erratic as his right hand glides up my back to my neck and unties the other string before he pulls the offending piece of clothing off my body.
My chest heaves under his touch. “Okay,” is all I manage to whimper as Ronan’s mouth leaves my lips.
He begins kissing a path down my neck to my shoulder, then my chest, kissing my breast before circling my nipple with his tongue, then sucking it gently into his mouth. The sensations tearing through my body are intoxicating, and pure, unfiltered need erupts in me as I get more and more aroused by his hands, his mouth, his body.
He continues to kiss my breasts, and nips and sucks on my nipples. The feeling is indescribable as my mind goes to a place where only Ronan’s touch exists, my world shrinking to include only him and me. Heat pools between my aching thighs, an overwhelming desire to be consumed by him, to have him fill me building deep inside my core, but my body stiffens and my eyes open as I hear splashing and voices approaching us.
“Ran,” I breathe, “we’re not alone.”
He stops tasting my skin to look over his shoulder. “Crap,” he mutters.
Everyone has apparently decided to go for an evening swim, and a mere thirty or so feet separate Ronan and me from our friends. There’s no time for me to refasten my bikini top, and I start to panic because I’m about to give everyone a show when they reach us.
“Are you two having fun?” Steve calls in our direction.
I look at Ronan, eyes wide, my arms crossed over my chest.
“I got you,” Ronan says. “Come here.”
He pulls me into his arms and picks me back up, guiding my legs around his waist. Jesus, I can feel how hard he is where he presses between my thighs. It sends electricity through my core. But now is not the time to get more worked up, and I suppress my need to grind against him. Instead, I wrap my arms around his shoulders, pressing my upper body to his, letting him blanket me as he carries me toward the shore.
“Wait, where are you guys going?” Vada calls out to us.
I can hear the guys whistle.
Ronan doesn’t let go of me until we’re back in front of my tent, where he slowly lowers me back to the ground. His eyes travel from mine down to my exposed chest, and I can see the want in his eyes before he raises them back up.
“God, you’re beautiful, Cat,” he says, his voice husky, before he exhales deeply. “I’m going to go change.”
“You’re coming back though, right?”
He nods at me, smiling. “If that’s what you want?”
“It’s what I want,” I say, and stand on my tippy toes to give him a soft kiss on the lips.
The inside of my tent is nice and warm, and I’m out of my wet bikini bottoms in no time. I dry off quickly and slip on my cotton shorts and a fresh white shirt before pulling my blanket over me and resting my head on my pillow.
***
“Are you falling asleep on me?” I hear Ronan whisper softly in my ear.
My eyes flutter open. “Oh my gosh, I didn’t even realize I was falling asleep. I’m sorry,” I say groggily. I didn’t hear or feel Ronan get into my tent, but I’m enjoying the feel of him next to me under the blanket. He cuddles up next to me, and I move closer to rest my head on his chest. He’s wearing a shirt and sweatpants, his hair still damp from when I ran my wet hands through it.
“Don’t apologize,” he says, pulling me close to him. He nuzzles his face into my hair and inhales deeply. “You’re seriously intoxicating,” he exhales, and I giggle. “So, what did you steal?” he asks, catching me off guard.
“What?”