“Sam…”
Ronan’s voice was ragged as his fingers dug into her hips, his pupils blown wide. She had pushed his shirt up to his shoulders as he spoke, feeling the hard lines of his muscles and the coarse hair that covered his chest. He was hard beneath her in every sense of the word. When she rocked her hips, she could feel the solid ridge of him pressing against her through their clothes, hitting just right and sending sparks of sensation racing up her spine.
“Can you influence my emotions?” she asked softly, brushing her thumbs over his n*****s.
“What…” He swallowed, his fingers flexing against her hips, tightening like he was barely holding himself together.
“Can you make me feel something?” she challenged lightly, unable to bite back her smile.
“I can make you lustful,” he murmured, h
