~ LYRA ~
A broad, heart-stopping smile spreads across Ronan’s face, and I yelp when his arms go around my waist and hike me into the air. He whips me around, pressing me against the chilly shower tiles.
“Ask me for anything, and I’ll give it to you.”
“Anything?”
He nods, and I grin. “You owe me a tattoo.”
“That’s right. I do.” He pulls away and gazes down at my body, his eyes hovering over my breasts. “Any idea where you want it?”
“I don’t know. I can’t see my entire body.”
“That’s too bad,” he murmurs, voice deep. “It’s a beautiful sight.”
“Do you think you could help me decide?”
“Oh yeah.” The glide of his calloused hands over my rib cage makes me tremble. “Hell yeah.”
I groan when his mouth brushes my collarbone, his tongue darting out to dance along my skin. My s*x dampens, c
