Falling in Reverse (The Seasons Change)

by Julia Wolf

He grunted and rolled us so he was on top of me. Eyes open, intent on my face, he spread my legs wide and rocked his hips against mine. His thick erection nestled between my thighs, gliding up and down my clit through the thin material of my shorts. He had my hands pinned over my head so I couldn’t bring his mouth to mine. Instead, I lifted my head, straining until we connected. Ronan cupped my crown, lifting me even closer. My arms strained against his hold, but his hot tongue sliding into my mouth soon distracted me from all else. His teeth caught my bottom lip, biting to the very edge of pain, then soothing it away with a swipe of his tongue. Sighing, I chased his mouth with mine. I was wide awake and suddenly starved for this man. “Is this how you quiet me down?” I asked between hungry kisses. “If it was, I’d be doing a terrible job at it.” Ronan’s accent had deepened, like he was fresh off the boat from Ireland. His words blended, almost unrecognizable, a flurry of heated sexiness. He licked a line down the tendon in my neck. “And I always do a good job, meala. At absolutely everything.” He clamped down on my neck, sucking hard enough for me to bow off the bed and try to follow his lips. “Stop bragging and start fucking me. Show me what a good job you do.” His eyes narrowed. “I didn’t prove myself enough to you? When your juices were running down my chin and you nearly tore my sheets to shreds?” I was hot all over, but this time, not from embarrassment. Naughty-talkin...