Perfectly Scripted (20 page)

“Whatever you’re conjuring in that head of yours cannot compare to what is happening in my mind,” he purred.

Turning back to face him, I began working the buttons of my blouse. “I doubt that.” I shook my head. “You better hurry, handsome, or you’ll miss the show.”

He licked his lips and bolted downstairs.

This should be fun.

Ronan

When I came back upstairs with the camera in hand, Holliday was nowhere to be found, although her skirt still remained on the floor in the sitting room. I walked down the hallway to the gallery, making my way towards the master suite. Her silk blouse was inches from the doorway along with a pair of pantyhose. Crossing the threshold, I admired the most alluring sight—my beauty lying on our bed, waiting for
me
.

Holliday looked sexy as fuck wearing a black lace bra and boy shorts. Her normally light eyes were dark, penetrating. Every glance seduced me under her sexual spell. She prowled forward on all fours towards the edge of the bed, and her hair fell in a sexy tangle around her shoulders.
Jesus Christ.
The way she was looking at me had me nearly coming right then and there. But I maintained my restraint. It was hard.
Pun Intended
.

“Absolutely stunning,” I said, working the buttons on my dress shirt.

She rolled up to her knees as I stepped to the foot of the bed. Her hands skimmed across my chest and over my shoulders, pushing the fabric down.

Leaning forward, I brushed her long hair out of the way, kissing along the soft spot between her neck and her shoulder. Her scent was intoxicating. She smelled heavenly, like warm sugar and flowers. I didn’t even know if that was a thing, but fuck me if it didn’t make me want to devour her all at once.

I cupped her face in my hands, memorizing every beautiful line and angle. My thumbs gently grazed across her lips and her cheek.

She looked up at me through heavy-lidded eyes, “Kiss me, Ronan.” Her voice was breathy. Needy.

I threaded my fingers through her hair, gripping the back of her head, pulling her lips to mine. I kissed her long and hot. Sliding my tongue with hers, teasing, tasting, and savoring the feel of her soft lips against mine, locking it in my memory. The softest, most delicate moan escaped her throat—a sound of pleasure. Bringing her closer, I circled my arms tight around her waist. Her flat stomach pressed against my erection. Slowly, I started grinding against her. Holliday moaned again as her body went lax in my arms—a sign of surrender.

I bent my head to kiss down her throat and gripped her waist with one arm, dragging her up the bed with me. With our mouths still pressed together, her hands slid through my hair, pulling and tugging at my curls, urging me on.

Then I remembered—
the camera
.

I eased down her body, pressing kisses all over her silky-smooth skin. I licked a line from her neck to her breasts before making my way down her stomach, where I stopped at her navel to wink at her. My fingers skimmed the edge of her panties. Her hips bucked. I knew what she wanted, and instead, I kissed above her scar on her inner thigh. I met her eyes; she gave me a sexy little smile. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips were swollen, and her silky, dark hair was fanned out against the mountain of pillows. I’d never seen her look more stunning.

“Ronan,
please
,” she begged.

“I’ll take care of you. I promise.”

I inched back off the bed and walked towards the chest of drawers where I’d placed the camera. Turning back, I started snapping pictures. She laughed and pretended to hide her face. Then she drew her arms around her body, shielding her breasts.

“Come on, beauty. This was
your
idea.”

“I know. Maybe I’m shy.”

I chuckled. “You, my gorgeous girl, are anything but
shy
. Need I remind you of the little self-pleasuring show you put on for me?”

She pulled at her lip, and a blush crept across her collarbone.

Click…Click...

“Would you like me to do that for you again?” Her voice was low and seductive.

“Abso-fucking-lutely.” I was practically salivating at the thought.

“Maybe I will.” She cupped her breasts with her hands, blowing me a kiss.

Vixen.

I made my way to the left side of the bed, dropping the camera for a moment to slide my trousers off. She gave me a wicked smile. When I turned to put my watch on the bedside table, Holliday scooped the camera up and began clicking away.

She did her best Austin Powers impression, which had me in a fit of laughter. Holliday had a thing for those movies. She’d made me spend an entire Sunday watching them all back to back. The next day at work, all I kept hearing in my head Mike Meyers’s voice on repeat asking me if I was “horny, baby.”

I tried to grab the camera from her, but she pulled away and jumped off the bed. She did a full sprint to the other side of the room. I was rooted to my spot—partly because it was quite difficult to chase after her with an erection. Taking notice of my predicament, she crossed the room, slowly closing the distance between us. Never taking my eyes off her, I watched the sway of her hips as she came towards me. My dick was throbbing.

Enough with the foreplay.

She paused with inches between us. Angling the camera above her head, she looked at me and licked her bottom lip. “Take this off,” she commanded. Her gaze was on her breasts. She was going to take a picture of me undressing her.

Christ. Fuck.

My fingertips leisurely grazed up her skin to the straps. I palmed her breasts, carefully rolling her nipples with my fingers through the lace fabric before finding the clasp at the front of her bra. The delicate material fell away from her flawless tits, and she snapped the picture.

A smile crossed her lips. I took the camera from her, as well as her bra, which I threw over the chair by the fireplace. My arms banded around her waist, and her legs swung around my hips as I carried her back to the bed.

“Beautiful,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to her lips. “You are so very beautiful, Holliday.”

The scent of her skin and the softness of her lips sent my heart galloping. I guided her down to the soft mattress, gripping under her knees to pull her towards the edge. I found myself leaning over her, my mouth made its way to her nipples. I flicked my tongue over one beautiful pink peak. Holliday dug her fingers into my shoulders. I gave her other breast the same treatment. My name left her lips in a groan, and the sound drove me to close my mouth over her breast and suckle hard. Taking my time, I alternated between sucking, licking, and playfully nipping her skin.

I dipped two fingers inside her.
Jesus Christ.
Her pussy was wet and ready for me.

My greedy girl.

She bucked, and her mouth fell open. “Ah...”

I slid all the way in, and she let out a moan so enthralling that everything around me flashed white hot. I burned for
her
.

Holliday started to ride my hand, moaning and calling out my name. “Ronan,
yes
…”

Pulling me closer to her, she drove her tongue inside my mouth. I groaned at the feel of my tongue and my fingers inside her, working her body over and over. She was panting and writhing beneath me. Her pulse was beating wildly in her throat, and her eyes were wild. She was so goddamn beautiful.
Fuck.
I needed to bury my cock inside her, so I tugged at her panties and ripped them off.
Another pair bites the dust.
I hoped she hadn’t been too attached, but the look on her face told me she could give a fuck.

Her words came out in a desperate plea. “I need you.”

Her legs wrapped around my waist, digging her heels into my ass. I bent down, covering her mouth with mine. Licking, sucking, and sliding my tongue against hers repeatedly, unable to get enough. When it came to her, I was like an addict. And I had zero desire to kick my habit.

Hooking an arm underneath her, I dragged her with me to the center of bed. Wasting no time, she pushed my boxer briefs down, and I pulled them the rest of the way off. Skin to skin. Fucking heaven.

Then she was all over me, her fingers sliding through my hair, down my neck, scratching at my back. Taking my cock in her hands, she gave me a few long strokes. I was hard as fucking stone. No, steel.

Fuck
. I hissed through my teeth, my body roaring with superb agony.

“I need to be inside you,” I whispered against her cheek.

Her legs fell open, and I settled between them. Arching her back off the bed, she rubbed against me, craving friction. Shameless. Beautiful.

“And just what are you waiting for, Ronan Connolly?” she prompted.

Not a goddamn thing.
I pushed into her, driving my cock into her sweet cunt. Then I pulled out and then slid all the way back in again. Every nerve ending in my body snapped with bolts of electricity. My hands gripped her hips, and she rocked against me.

“More,” she whispered.

“More what?”

“Harder. Faster.
Please
…God, just fuck me,” she moaned.

“Beauty, we have been through this.
Not
God—Ronan.” I smirked, stilling my hips.

I wasn’t sure who I was torturing more, me or her. More moans tumbled from her lips as I thrust harder, rocking her body deeper into the mattress. Her hands fell to my hips, pulling me into her with each thrust.

“
Ronan
, yes…You…you feel so good inside me.”

Soft, sexy moans turned into high-pitched whimpers. Threading my fingers through her hair, I pulled her closer to me and sealed my mouth around hers. I was desperate for her, wanting more…Needing more….

I needed everything.

“Yours,” she whispered against my lips.

Had she just said that?
Sweet Christ.

“I am yours, Ronan,” she panted breathlessly. “Only yours.”

Hearing those words fall from her beautiful lips was incredibly sexy. Those words whipped me further into a heated charge of desire. And I was off like a racehorse. As I picked up my pace, her tits bounced with every deep thrust, and her nails dug into my ass. I was driving my dick so hard inside her that her body moved up the bed.
Fuck.

“Ronan! Oh, Ronan…”

Hearing Holliday screaming my name revved me up even more. Pounding deeper, I braced my arms on either side of her head, wanting to see pure ecstasy flash across her face. Throwing her head back, she screamed, and her walls tightened around my cock. Heated pleasure spiked at my spine. Any self-control that remained had left the fucking building in a rush. I pushed into her faster, harder. I was merciless.

“Holliday, Holliday…Fuck…Holliday.” I chanted her name over and over like she was a mythical high priestess I was praying to for some kind of salvation.

A long moan crawled up her throat, and her thighs tightened around me. Her head swayed back and forth as her walls contracted all around my dick. I watched in pure satisfaction as she came all over my cock. And I wasn’t far behind her. My eyes screwed shut as I pounded into her. I saw fucking stars. Lust drove me, and ecstasy lit up every cell in my body as my orgasm shot up through my balls and pumped into Holliday with profound intensity.

Groaning in blissful relief, I fell on top of her. Holliday wrapped her arms and her legs around my body, hugging me tight. Whispering in my ear, she told me how much she loved me, holding on for dear life as if she didn’t want to let me go.

My gazed drifted over her beautiful face. She had a lazy smile, but her eyes spoke of something else.

I cuddled her close. “You okay?” I asked, threading my fingers with hers.

“I’m in your arms. Nothing on Earth could be better than that.”