Unscripted (25 page)

“
I
need
to be fucked, Ronan.”

“
Oh, my beauty, I intend to fuck, suck and lick you, not necessarily in that order, when I return to you.”

“
Ronan, I wish I was riding your cock right now.”

He groaned into the phone and I thought I might come undone. “Beauty, don’t masturbate. Wait for me. I won’t either. Can you promise me that?”

Little did he know I was already touching myself, but at his sensual request, I stopped. I think I heard my pussy cry.

“
I’ll reserve my sex-filled cries and moans for your ears only, Ronan. I promise.”

“
Fuck,
Holliday,” he whispered heatedly. “Do you know what you do to me? Just thinking about hearing your sweet moans of pleasure makes me hard as stone.”

“
Are you sure you don’t want to have phone sex?” I questioned in a breathless whisper.

“
It’s a tempting thought, but I’ll be back to take care of your every need and sexual desire soon. Goodnight, my beauty.”

I woke up in a complete panic around three in the morning. Managing to pull my thoughts into focus, I found Blake standing over me, asking me if I was all right. The back of my hair and neck were drenched with sweat. Every inch of my skin was damp. The bed was torn apart. Pillows were everywhere, and the sheets were completely disheveled.

“
Miss Prescott, here, take a drink of water,” Blake said softly as he handed me the bottle of San Pellegrino from the nightstand. Even dressed in a pair of athletic shorts and a Dallas Cowboys t-shirt he was swoon-worthy to the eyes. “Miss Prescott, can I get you anything?”

“
What happened, Blake?” I asked with panic in my voice. I felt shaky, maybe a little nauseous. Blake had his gun with him, and that jolted me upright.
Was someone actually in the penthouse?

“
Miss Prescott, I think you were having a nightmare. I heard you screaming and yelling for someone named Derek to stop. At first I thought you were being attacked.”

“
Oh, God Blake,” I wailed. “I’m so sorry you had to witness that horrid display.” I drew my knees up to my chest, burying my face in my arms and letting out a loud sigh.

“
That’s okay, Miss Prescott. I’ve seen it all,” he said while walking around the room with his gun, moving the curtains, peering in the bathroom and under the bed. I assumed he was talking about war or something. “Are you sure that you’re okay?”

“
Yeah, I think so. Just rattled I guess.” I smiled up at him. “Please don’t tell Ronan. I don’t want him to worry about me.”

“
Miss Prescott, you know I can’t do that,” he called from the living room, still checking the place for an intruder.

“
You can stop looking, Blake. There’s no one here. Derek is a person from my past, and he’s nowhere near Manhattan.”

Blake returned to the master suite, giving me a smile. “Very well, Miss Prescott. Do you need me to call your doctor or bring you a Xanax?”

That took me by surprise. I guess Ronan had given Blake a full report on my state of mind. “No need to call my doctor. If I need a Xanax, I’ll get it myself. Thanks Blake.”

He nodded and told me he was going to be right outside in the living room if I needed anything. That was completely unnecessary, but I guess it made him feel better. I made a note to call Dr. Goodwin on Monday morning. I needed to make an appointment to talk to him about my recent panic attacks and now this nightmare. I had a feeling my relationship with Ronan was triggering some stresses that I needed to figure out how to deal with, or it was going to ultimately destroy me emotionally.

My head fell back into the soft pillows. Mentally and emotionally drained, I instantly drifted off to dreamland.

I woke up late the next morning to find Ronan sleeping in the chair next to the bed. I flew out from under the covers and wiggled into his lap, nearly scaring him half to death. He jumped and then wrapped his arms around me. “Hi, my beauty,” he said softly, and then he began kissing my cheek and nuzzling his nose into my hair.

“
Ronan, oh my.” I kissed him furiously, covering his mouth. He returned my kisses, brushing my tongue with his over and over. I didn’t care that I hadn’t brushed my teeth. I pulled back breathlessly. “What on Earth are you doing here?”

“
Blake called me and told me that you seemed upset. He said that you were screaming out Derek’s name having a nightmare…” He cleared his throat. “And you looked as if you were attacked.”

“
I told Blake not to bother you,” I sighed deeply. “I don’t know what triggered the nightmare.” I ran my fingers through his wavy locks. It was so good to see Ronan, but he looked as if he hadn’t slept a wink. He was fully clothed, wearing black dress pants paired with a white collared shirt over a grey V-neck cashmere sweater. “Ronan, how did you get here?”

Mustering a half-smile, he said, “My agent hooked me up with a private jet. I told him I had to get to Manhattan pronto.”

“
I’m so glad you’re here. I missed you so much, but really you didn’t need to come back. I promise I’m fine.”

Ronan shifted in the chair, running his fingertips the length of my cheek, whispering, “I missed you so much. It physically hurt being apart from you.”

“
Ronan,” I breathed. “I love you.”

“
You have captivated my soul and stolen my heart, Holliday Prescott,” he whispered warmly. “I love you too.” Ronan nipped my jaw with his firm lips. I dipped my head and captured his lips with mine.

I insisted that Ronan get out of his dress clothes and put on his pajamas, but he said he wanted to take a shower first. He pulled me into the bathroom with him, kissing me deeply, recklessly; it was almost savage. My hands feverishly moved over his body. He pinned me against the door of the linen closet, cupping my breast. He ran his thumb in circles over my nipple, and every muscle in my body convulsed. His lips, hot and wet, trailed down my neck and over my shoulders.

Breathless, I whispered, “Ronan, I need you.”

“
You have me, my beauty. I am yours.” He returned his mouth to mine, kissing me deeply. “I’m going to spend all day making love to you,” he whispered in my ear.

Ronan began to move his hands over my camisole, pulling it over my head and tossing it to the floor. I gently pulled the grey cashmere sweater over his head. He was already working the buttons on his collared shirt. Both articles of clothing seemed to fall to the tile floor at the same time. I began moving my fingers to undo his belt as his lips placed soft kisses on my neck and shoulders. His pants withered with ease from his beautifully sculpted body, along with his boxer briefs. He stepped towards me, tugging my lace shorts to fall from my body.

“
No panties, Holliday?” He arched his eyebrow at me. “You cannot sleep here without any panties on when I’m not around.”

“
Why?”

“
Because I said so, and that’s a direct request.” His tone with me was stern.

Giving him a devilish grin, I asked, “Are you telling me what I can and cannot do, Mr. Connolly?”

“
Yes,” he whispered darkly. “When you are under my roof, it’s my rules.”

I saw immediately where this conversation was going. He was role playing with me, but part of me thought he was serious. I would clarify about the no panties thing later. If I remembered correctly this was the scene in
A London Love Story
where Katia was waiting for Cameron in his penthouse completely naked except for a pair of sky high heels, breaking one of his many rules. Cameron had warned Katia she wasn’t allowed to walk around naked when he wasn’t there. Technically she wasn’t naked, but she was testing him. Because Katia had disobeyed him, Cameron instructed she would be appropriately punished, which basically led them to a night of mind-blowing sex where he’d spanked and used all his kinky sex toys on her, making her come over and over on command.

“
I didn’t know that was a rule, Ronan,” I purred, looking up at him through my long lashes. “Are you going to punish me?” My voice was a bit shaky.

Ronan let out a deep sexy groan. “Yes, I will be punishing you, Holliday.”

Fuck. What was he going to do to me?

“
I promise I won’t do it again,” I hissed. “Are you going to spank me?” My blood was swirling, making my skin hot. Ronan grabbed me by my wrists, turning me around and gently pinning me back up against the linen closet. He nipped my earlobe, and I gasped out loud as he pressed his hardened body against me. His breath was hot against my neck, and I could feel his heart beating in his chest against my back. Still holding my arms above my head, he stepped back, lightly spanking the curve of my hip. Hitting me shocked me a bit, but he did it just enough to make me jump. “Holliday, I’m only joking around. I’ll never hurt you.”

I broke free of his grip, turning around to face him. “I trust you Ronan. I’ll give you all of me, any way you need me. I am yours.”

Cupping my face, he covered my mouth with his, dipping his tongue inside, running luscious slow strides over my tongue. I felt my legs turn to jelly as Ronan’s skilled hands glided over my shoulders and down my back. He gently pulled back from the embrace we were locked in, turning on the water in the shower. I stepped in, feeling the cool tile on my feet, and he followed. We were right back to the place we’d been less than forty-eight hours ago, before Ronan had left. Looking up, gazing into his eyes, I’d never been so completely happy in all my life. I felt my back hit the tile wall. I flinched as it was a bit cold to the touch. A soft moan escaped me as Ronan trailed his lips the length of my neck. Lifting me up, Ronan moved me away from the water and gently eased into me as I hitched my legs around his waist. I enjoyed the moment, feeling each and every solid inch of him filling me. We moved in rhythm with each other, his hips grinding into me and my body climbing higher and higher with every thrust to my core. Seducing me with his eyes and body, he would bring me to the brink of orgasm, teasing me, and then I’d slide back down. I found myself shamelessly begging for him to get me off.

“
Ronan, I need you… I need to feel you… make me come, please,” I said through panting aching breaths.

His hands flexed underneath my ass, and he drove further inside me. Crashing his perfect lips to mine caused my mind to retreat, taking me back to the day when we’d first kissed. I remembered how raw, carnal and energized it’d felt, like the electricity of a million bolts of lightning. After that first kiss, I’d been completely enraptured with Ronan. One lustful kiss was all it took for me to be shaken to my core and utterly addicted to this devilishly handsome man.

The water, hot and steamy, clouded up the glass, and I could no longer see outside. Trapped again with Ronan, it was just the two of us, the whole world shut out. His pace quickened as he slammed into me with several sharp thrusts. I came, letting out a cry of relief as the vibrating pulses riveted through my core.

“
Ahh, my beauty, is that what you needed?” he asked, his voice raw and raspy.

My mind was spinning. I felt like I was going to pass out from the heat and the exploding orgasm and the onslaught of eruptions happening to my body as Ronan plunged deeper into me. Gripping him tightly, I felt his body stiffen, and he flinched. I had accidentally sliced him with my sharpened fingernail. The dark red blood dripped from his body, and I licked it off slowly with my tongue.