Page 42 of Air of Seduction
Ronan’s question pulls my attention back to him to see him staring pointedly at my plate.
I narrow my eyes at him in mock irritation. “That’s my food, and I’m going to eat it.”
“Uh-huh. And how long is that going to take?” His hand moves an inch up my thigh. “I’m getting impatient for my dessert.”
“Dessert?” Frowning, I scan the dishes on the table. He didn’t bring any dessert, so… My eyes widen, and my heart speeds up in my chest.
“Yes, that kind of dessert.” He chuckles, the sound close to my ear. “If you don’t mind.”
How could I possibly mind? If I understand his intentions correctly, and I think I do. “I don’t mind.” My voice is breathy and husky at the same time, making me sound like I have a bad cold.
“Good. Then eat up. I’m getting impatient.” As if to underline his words, his hand moves another inch closer to my pussy.
“I…” I stare at my plate, my hunger fading quickly. And just as quickly another hunger replaces it. “I think I’m done.”
His lips brush over the shell of my ear, and I suck in a breath. “My little rose has to finish her food. Do you want me to feed you?”
“I… That’s not necessary.”
He chuckles. “That’s not a no.” Grabbing my fork, he starts filling it with food.
A rush of heat pours through my veins. Knowing he’s about to stuff food into my mouth is unexpectedly hot.
“Part those soft lips for me, please,” he murmurs next to my ear.
My clit tingles with anticipation as I do what he asks.
He guides the fork into my open mouth. “Now wrap your lips around the utensil and take everything I’m giving you.”
My eyes go impossibly wide at his dirty words. I don’t think he’s talking about food anymore, but instead what he wishes he was putting into my mouth.
I close my mouth around the fork and moan as he pulls it from between my lips. My pussy clenches, and I squeeze my thighs together against the aching need.
“Fuck.” His voice is filled with gravel, and he moves his hand a little closer to where I want it.
I chew the food in my mouth, but I might as well have been eating cardboard with how distracted I am. Ronan is already filling the fork with more food, but I’m done eating.
After putting my hand on his thigh, I quickly slide it up to cup the large bulge between his legs.
“Payton.” My name comes out like a prayer, and the fork hits my plate with a clank when he drops it.
I give his thick shaft a squeeze, and he groans.
Finally swallowing the last of the food in my mouth, I grin. “My mouth is empty. I think I would like some more.”
He reaches for the fork, but I shake my head. “No, I think I’d prefer something hard and thick on my tongue.”
A shudder racks his body. “Not until I’ve had my dessert.”
“We’ll see about that.” Licking my lips, I lean toward him with my head tilted for a kiss.
He’s quick to oblige, slanting his lips over mine before pushing his tongue between my lips.
The feel of his mouth on mine sends another surge of heat through my system, and I moan into his mouth. I need him closer, though. Sitting next to each other by the table isn’t conducive to what I have in mind.
After giving his shaft another squeeze, I pull away and push my chair back. “Come with me.”
He’s on his feet a moment later, grabbing me and hoisting me into his arms. “Where to? Bedroom?” His eyes are glowing like bright turquoise beacons.