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said, grinning from ear to ear.
“ What makes you think that I would want to stay here with you, Mr. Connolly?” I teased.
“ Don’t you want to stay with me?” He frowned and gave me a pitiful although adorable pout.
Walking back to the bed I leaned over and kissed him deeply, thrusting my tongue into his mouth. He returned my kiss with the same forcefulness, finding my tongue over and over with sweeping gradual grazes. I’m pretty sure he got the message from the kiss that I wanted to stay with him. He pulled back and stared at me, those green eyes dazzling. I fisted a few of his dark locks in my hand. He must have taken a shower while I slept. His hair was still damp. I climbed onto the bed, straddling my legs over his muscular thighs. He pulled his knees up and I slid down onto his pelvis. Ronan wrapped his arms around my back while he ran his tongue the length of my neck. Soft kisses fluttered along my jawline.
“ Ronan, I need you,” I said. He grabbed my face and pressed his lips against mine, drawing my bottom lip into his mouth. Ronan began gently rubbing the scar that he’d found on my back, tracing his index finger over it again and again, sending a chill up my spine.
“ My beauty, I want to take this pain away from you. I want to rid your body of this scar. I want to rid your body of these scars too,” he said as he moved his hand in between my legs.
“ Ronan, even if we remove the scars physically, that night will still be in my memories.”
“ I hate that I can’t take this pain away from you.”
“ Ronan please,” I said, my voice barely a whisper.
“ I just want to help you by removing the scars.”
“ Why?” I frowned. “Is it because the scars are too painful for you to endure?” I asked. My voice was a bit shaky. “Do I… do I repulse you?”
“ Oh, Christ no, Holliday, that’s not what I meant. I don’t want anyone to hurt you ever again. I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again.”
Tears ran down my face. “Why do you want to protect me Ronan? You barely know me.”
He grazed my cheek with his thumb, wiping away the tears. “I know what I feel. I know that for some amazing reason you’re the best thing that’s come into my life in a long time.” The smile faded from his lips and his face became serious. He looked at me and said, “Tell me his name.”
“ Whose name?” I said, tracing my finger along the length of his jawline.
“ Your ex.” He paused for a moment, searching my face for a reaction, and then continued. “Holliday I need to know the name of the man who hurt you.”
“ No, you don’t need to know.” I shook my head. “He won’t bother me, Ronan. He hasn’t come after me in two years, for all I know he’s forgotten all about me.”
Ronan’s dark eyes narrowed as his body stiffened. He ran his hands through his hair and let out a deep sigh. Seeing the frustration in his expression, I could tell he needed to be calmed down. I kissed the temples on his forehead gently, running the tip of my nose down the side of his cheek where his stubble tickled my lips. He gripped my hips as I began to move over him, grinding my pussy up and down the length of him, creating a delicious friction. Tipping my chin to his mouth, he brushed my lips with his. I covered his mouth with mine and began rolling my tongue against his, kissing him— it was slow and wonderful. He trailed his fingers underneath my new lingerie, slightly brushing his thumb against my clit. I let out a low moan and Ronan pulled back; his face was as white as a ghost.
“ What’s wrong Ronan?”
“ I… I… don’t want to hurt you.”
This happens sometimes. Guys begin to think I’m a china doll, fragile, ready to crack at any moment if they touch me intimately.
“ It’s okay Ronan you’re not the first man who thinks he needs to handle me with care,” I said reassuringly. “I know that there is this strange theory that once a woman has been raped sex is no longer a
“ What makes you think that I would want to stay here with you, Mr. Connolly?” I teased.
“ Don’t you want to stay with me?” He frowned and gave me a pitiful although adorable pout.
Walking back to the bed I leaned over and kissed him deeply, thrusting my tongue into his mouth. He returned my kiss with the same forcefulness, finding my tongue over and over with sweeping gradual grazes. I’m pretty sure he got the message from the kiss that I wanted to stay with him. He pulled back and stared at me, those green eyes dazzling. I fisted a few of his dark locks in my hand. He must have taken a shower while I slept. His hair was still damp. I climbed onto the bed, straddling my legs over his muscular thighs. He pulled his knees up and I slid down onto his pelvis. Ronan wrapped his arms around my back while he ran his tongue the length of my neck. Soft kisses fluttered along my jawline.
“ Ronan, I need you,” I said. He grabbed my face and pressed his lips against mine, drawing my bottom lip into his mouth. Ronan began gently rubbing the scar that he’d found on my back, tracing his index finger over it again and again, sending a chill up my spine.
“ My beauty, I want to take this pain away from you. I want to rid your body of this scar. I want to rid your body of these scars too,” he said as he moved his hand in between my legs.
“ Ronan, even if we remove the scars physically, that night will still be in my memories.”
“ I hate that I can’t take this pain away from you.”
“ Ronan please,” I said, my voice barely a whisper.
“ I just want to help you by removing the scars.”
“ Why?” I frowned. “Is it because the scars are too painful for you to endure?” I asked. My voice was a bit shaky. “Do I… do I repulse you?”
“ Oh, Christ no, Holliday, that’s not what I meant. I don’t want anyone to hurt you ever again. I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again.”
Tears ran down my face. “Why do you want to protect me Ronan? You barely know me.”
He grazed my cheek with his thumb, wiping away the tears. “I know what I feel. I know that for some amazing reason you’re the best thing that’s come into my life in a long time.” The smile faded from his lips and his face became serious. He looked at me and said, “Tell me his name.”
“ Whose name?” I said, tracing my finger along the length of his jawline.
“ Your ex.” He paused for a moment, searching my face for a reaction, and then continued. “Holliday I need to know the name of the man who hurt you.”
“ No, you don’t need to know.” I shook my head. “He won’t bother me, Ronan. He hasn’t come after me in two years, for all I know he’s forgotten all about me.”
Ronan’s dark eyes narrowed as his body stiffened. He ran his hands through his hair and let out a deep sigh. Seeing the frustration in his expression, I could tell he needed to be calmed down. I kissed the temples on his forehead gently, running the tip of my nose down the side of his cheek where his stubble tickled my lips. He gripped my hips as I began to move over him, grinding my pussy up and down the length of him, creating a delicious friction. Tipping my chin to his mouth, he brushed my lips with his. I covered his mouth with mine and began rolling my tongue against his, kissing him— it was slow and wonderful. He trailed his fingers underneath my new lingerie, slightly brushing his thumb against my clit. I let out a low moan and Ronan pulled back; his face was as white as a ghost.
“ What’s wrong Ronan?”
“ I… I… don’t want to hurt you.”
This happens sometimes. Guys begin to think I’m a china doll, fragile, ready to crack at any moment if they touch me intimately.
“ It’s okay Ronan you’re not the first man who thinks he needs to handle me with care,” I said reassuringly. “I know that there is this strange theory that once a woman has been raped sex is no longer a
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