Chapter Eleven
RONAN
The green in Harlie’s hazel eyes intensified and I recognized the dark look in them well. She needed to work off the residual adrenaline and celebrate having survived.
To feel alive.
To f**k.
Hell yes!
I was totally onboard with that plan. Pulling into the first hotel complex I saw, I handed my keys off to the valet and headed straight for the desk. Once we had a keycard and were closed inside the elevator, I pushed Harlie against the wall, caging her in with my body and devoured her lips.
Christ, I felt as if I’d just come home.
Her lips opened beneath mine and our tongues tangled as we drank of each other. Eagerly consuming. Gluttonously devouring. Enthusiastically demanding.
When the door chimed, I grabbed her hand and drew her with me to the room. As I swi
