Chapter 4: Straddling

Ronan’s POV

Sarra kissed me so hard I forgot how to breathe. 

I pulled her closer, loving how soft her body felt, and how her lips felt on mine. She tasted like wine and I deepened the kiss, running my tongue against hers.

She moaned and wrapped her hands around my neck as I bit her lower lip while kissing her. I pulled back so I could catch my breath. “Do you always kiss men in the middle of a club?”

“Do you always ask stupid questions?” She didn't think my little joke was funny. At all.

I laughed, running my thumb over her red inviting lips. “No, really. Do you know what you’re doing right now?”

She tilted her chin. “Yes. I wanted to know what kissing you would feel like.”

That went straight to my gut, and I didn't let her go. “So? What did it feel like?”

Her lips curved slowly. “Like trouble.”

I couldn't help it. My cock twitched in my pants and I had to adjust my foot to hide it. She was playing with fire and I was the damn fire.

“Trouble's my specialty. You're in the right place.” I pulled her in, brushing my lips against hers again. She was so intoxicating. “Do you want me to take you out of here?”

“Yes,” she said without hesitation. “Anywhere but here.”

I didn't have to ask again. I held her hand and pulled her gently through the crowd, while ignoring the heads that were turning. I saw a couple of people whip out their phones to take pictures.

But I ignored them, herding her through the parking lot and to my Lamborghini Aventador.

The Lamborghini purred as we shot up into Beverley Hills. She sat in the passenger seat with her legs crossed, and her dress sliding up her thighs with every turn.

I had to make an active effort to keep my eyes glued to the road. She glanced sideways at me. “So this is how you do it, huh? Take some girl, drive her fast, and bring her home like it’s just another night?”

She had a sense of humor. It was one of the things that attracted me to her, and her intoxicating beauty. “Do you think I’d waste my time if you were just another notch?” I didn't look away from the road, suddenly scared of her reply.

“Don’t do that. I know I'm just another notch, and frankly I don't mind.”

I sniffed then rubbed my nose with my thumb. “You’re not the same as them, Sarra.”

Sarra snorted but didn't answer. Of course, she didn't believe me, but since seeing her again, she's the only thing I've been able to think about.

The car came to a stop in front of my house. Now in the white lights that decorated the front lawn, and the garage, it looked like something out of Architectural Digest with its glass walls.

The Pacific ocean glittered behind it, with waves licking the shore.

She let out a low whistle. “Of course you live in a glass house, ever had about throwing stones at glass houses? Also, do you ever get tired of being looked at?”

“Do you?” I shot back. I expected her to blush because I was flirting with her, but instead she frowned. It was hard to read her, and it interested me.  

Finally, she asked, after a minute, “Are you going to invite me in, or am I supposed to beg?”

That snapped something in me. I shoved my door open and came around to hers, pulling her out by the hand. She stumbled into me, her breasts against mine, and I bent close to her ear. “I don’t make women beg, unless they want to.”

She scoffed and pushed me away. “Cocky much?”

“I'm confident. That's different.” I corrected brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

I led her inside the house which showed the city of Los Angeles from its floor to ceiling windows. The living room was all leather and glass, and when she stepped inside, it suddenly felt warmer.

I made a mental note to add more colors and maybe soft colours so it feels more homey. I was barely ever home so I didn't think much of it until now.

She turned in a slow circle. “How do you stay in such a big place alone? It's so….cold.” 

“Maybe, I've not really had anyone to make it feel like home.” I heard myself say. 

She searched my face like she wasn't sure whether to believe me, then she shook her head in dismissal and reached for the bottle of whiskey I’d left on the counter yesterday.

“Do you always keep the good stuff lying around?”

“Do you always raid other people’s liquor?”

She poured two glasses without answering, sliding one to me. Her nails brushed my knuckles, and for a second too long, I didn’t pull away.

She downed her drink in one gulp and made a face. “God that burns.”

I had to smile, she looked so cute as she smacked her lips together and squinted. She looked like she didn't belong in my world but she was the only thing in it I wanted.

What the hell was happening to me?

She poured another glass, as I gulped mine down. “So what happens now? You get me drunk enough, and I forget about him?”

“No,” I said, stepping closer. “I want you sober enough to remember this.” I took the drink out of hand and pulled her in. My hand slid down to her hip and she leaned into me like she'd been waiting for it.

“Is this really what you want?” I asked, making sure. I've never been scared of a woman turning me down until her.

She nodded, brushing her mouth against my jaw. “Undoubtedly. I've given three years of my life to that man…” she looked like she would cry, then she closed her eyes and shook her head. “It's time for someone different.”

We didn't make it far. I tugged her dress over her head, and she ripped my shirt open. She was soft like a pillow and I loved her nails as they scraped down my chest.

I leaned down and ran my tongue over her hard nipples, and she buried her face in my neck. She was not just some random girl or a fling, she drove me crazy.

She surprised me too, when she shoved me back on the bed, and then straddled me. I let her, unable to drag my eyes away from her breasts.

She rode my hard dick, and I could feel her wetness sipping into my pants. I stood up and flipped her on the bed, then I ran my tongue all the way down to her vagina. She was already deliciously wet.

“You'll regret this tomorrow.” I said, before rolling my tongue over her clit. 

“N...not a chance.” She buckled against me, moaning softly.