Morning light streamed in through the blinds, soft and golden, wrapping the room in warmth. Ronan lay on his back, one arm draped over his head, the other resting on the empty space beside him.
But he wasn't alone.
Evelyn moved quietly, purposefully, her hair cascading over her bare shoulders as she shifted lower on the bed. There was a confidence in her now—not loud or brash, but sensual, certain, and deeply felt.
When her mouth found him, Ronan's breath caught in his throat. His eyes flew open, and he looked down to see her there, bathed in light, her lips wrapped around him with deliberate care. A curse slipped from his mouth as his hand reached for her hair, threading through the strands as he fought for control.
"f**k, Evelyn..."
She looked up at him through her lashes, and that
