~ LYRA ~
Ronan's button fly isn’t any trouble to undo. The damn thing parts like a breeze when I tug at the fastener. He lifts his hips, helping me out, and I know it won’t take much to reveal his straining erection. He hasn’t bothered with underwear. A couple of well-timed tugs, and he’ll be free. And once he removes my jeans, nothing will stand in our way. I’ll urge him to take me hard and fast, needing to feel him plunging into me over and over again.
Realization crashes over me and my fingers still.
"Oh s**t! We need a condom," I blurt out, my cheeks heating when his silken flesh slaps into my hand, reminding me just how crazy I almost was.
Ronan gazes at me, confusion in his eyes. "What?"
"I’m not on a pill."
"You don't have to worry about that." He pinches my n*****s through my
