Captured Heart (2 page)

I got my shoes off and jumped onto the bed. Lila wasn't kidding when she said they'd never had guests before. The bed was completely made up and from the feel of it,
nobody had ever slept in this bed before. I got to work undressing and Ronan stood near the door watching me.

"What," I asked him, "Are you just going to stand there and watch me?"

He smiled in that slow way he had. Whenever he smiled like that I felt obliged to watch his transition into a wide grin to completion. Ronan's smiles were like well-directed plays that had to be seen to completion before you could allow yourself to respond to them.
I undressed slowly on the bed as his eyes played over me. We'd been in Dublin that very morning, but it seemed like forever ago since we'd had the chance to be together. I knew he'd be busy with the Druids of Belfast soon and this might be our only opportunity to share each other's company before he was torn away from me by violence and obligation. For now, Ronan was all
mine and I wasn't going to miss a chance to show him how that made me feel.

I got my pants off and tossed them off the side of the bed onto the floor. I continued with my shirt, unbuttoning it slowly and keeping my eyes fixed on his. He would glance from my face to my body and to my legs often, never being sure where to keep his focus. My shirt came off and I made an exaggerated gesture of tossing it off the bed. Rather than stopping there, I pushed my hands behind my back and unclasped my bra. I pulled it free and let it dangle off my finger before letting it too drop onto the pile of clothes. Ronan's smile broadened as he gazed upon my bare breasts. I'd learned well that he had a particular fondness for them. Whenever he had the chance, he would spend long minutes kissing my nipples and cupping my breasts, eager to feel their fullness and softness beneath his powerful fingers.

I arched my back and lifted myself off the bed far enough so that I could remove my panties. I slipped my thumbs into the waist band and pulled them down slowly over my smooth legs. The heat that was building between my legs was only amplified by the cool air in the room and the sight of my man, still standing there and watching me get naked for him. My panties went down over my feet and I kicked them aside.

"Well," I told him, "I'm all out of clothes. I still feel like undressing someone though."

He grinned and took a few short steps towards the bed. I went to my hands and knees and crawled across the sheets until I was front of him, where I kneeled upon the bedspread. My hands went immediately to his chest. I loved feeling his tight muscles beneath that thin t-shirt he wore so often. It was so worn that you could practically see the definition of his
pecs
through the material. I ran my hand down to his rock-hard stomach and I could feel the surge of heat within me as I made contact with his
abs. I pushed my hands beneath his shirt and he slowly lifted his arms so that I could pull it up over his body. As I pulled, his tattoos were revealed to me once more. Staring at me again was the large ink design across his chest spelling out the name of the club he loved so dearly.

Some women might be nervous about being with a man who loved a club that much. After all, I would never been the only important thing in his life, even if I was the most important. The truth is though, that Ronan showed me the value of integrity and devotion. The love he showed for his club and the promises he'd made to live and die by their code had proved to me how seriously he could take his commitments. Even if I couldn't be his only love, I knew that he would honor the words he spoke to me just as he did the ones he spoke before the other Druids.

His shirt hit the floor and I had already started in on his belt buckle. It came free quickly and I pulled his belt slowly from its loops. I held it between my teeth for just a moment, giving him a wink as I did so and dropping it to the carpet. He brushed his hand along the side of my face as I began unbuttoning his pants. I could see the bulge he was presenting already, proof that my display had
gone far from unnoticed. I ran my hand down across the front of his pants as I pulled the zipper down, feeling the rigid shaft that was lurking within. I'd never been with a man who was as powerfully built in all the ways a man should be as Ronan was. His body was the temple that other men should have been worshipping at.

His pants came free and dropped down around his ankles, leaving him wearing only a pair of tight navy blue underwear which did absolutely nothing to disguise his arousal. My hands went to work on him through the thin material. My fingers pushed around his shaft while my other hand slid down and brushed gently against the base. I slipped my hand between his legs and rubbed him softly there, knowing he enjoyed being touched in more places than just the shaft of his thick and beautiful cock.

My hand rubbed up and down his shaft and I heard a soft moan escape from his lips. His cock felt as hard as it ever had through his underwear and I couldn't wait to get it properly into my hands. Still, I teased and waited. He was all
mine
for one night at least and I wanted to be sure he was begging me for it before I gave him the pleasure he truly craved. My fingers buried themselves tightly around his manhood, exploring its length. I bent my head forward and breathed warmly on his stomach and the head of his cock, eliciting a shiver from him.

"Mmmm
Cat," he moaned at me. I loved when he called my name out as I pleasured him. I knew that all of his dreams and his desires for me but it didn't hurt to be reminded of it once in a while.

He finally couldn't take the hesitation anymore and pushed his own fingers into the waist band of his underpants, pulling them down to the floor. Rather than tearing my hands away, I continued just as I had been. My hand wrapped itself around his warm and thick cock, stroking him towards me. My other hand massaged between his legs, pushing and prodding. My lips drifted down from his stomach to the base of his cock where I laid kiss after kiss against his skin.

I could feel the wetness slipping from between my legs as I kissed and fondled his member. The excitement of being with him was still powerful and our lust was still an exciting and daring thing to me. Every time I saw his naked body my own senses seemed to turn up to eleven, daring me to sample him fully. I opened my lips slightly and pushed a wet kiss against the shaft of his cock as my hand skipped along its surface, daring him to resist my touch. He couldn't resist, of course. He had only desire for me as well.

I slowly trailed my hand from beneath his legs, dragging my fingers across his most sensitive skin. I slipped my hand between my own legs, desperate to feel more than just the burning heat that
was threatening to engulf my body. I spread my knees apart and pushed my fingers against my own wetness, feeling just how easily they slid across the surface. I was soaked and completely prepared for him. I didn't know how much longer I could resist.

I rubbed myself harder, pushing two wet fingers against my clit. I let out a gasp as I felt it, hungry for more than just a simple touch. I stroked my fingers back and forth before straightening them and rubbing in a small, circular motion that soon had me rocking softly back and forth, wishing it was him who was beneath me.

I couldn't wait a moment more and pulled him forwards towards the bed, my hand gripped tightly around his cock. He stepped towards me and I maneuvered his body around before pushing him
down onto the bed. He tumbled onto the sheets softly, laughing as he fell. It was wonderful to hear his laugh. Too often recently the business with his father had distracted him and he'd unable to find the joy in simple things. Not tonight, though. Whatever happened tomorrow would happen tomorrow. For now there was just me and him.

I crawled across his body, feeling his rigid cock sliding across my chest and my stomach, thrilling at the sensation of this powerful man beneath me. His fingers rose along my legs up to my hips as I mounted him, settling in the curve of my body, just where he knew I liked to be touched when we were together. I slipped my hand between my legs and took hold of his manhood roughly, pushing him just where I needed him to be. The pulsing, thick head of his cock pressed against the moist and soft folds of my womanhood before I pushed him inside, lowering myself down onto him. I let out a small gasp as I felt the fullness of him penetrate me. The size of him had become familiar to me, but it was still a shock and a pleasure each time.

I pushed my hands against his chest and began rocking my hips back and forth, driving him into me more and more with every small movement. Beneath me he kept his hands fixed upon on my hips, helping to push and pull me back and forth,
his rate of breath increasing steadily as he let himself go and felt the burning hea
t that was building between us. I held tight against his shoulders and then his upper arms, my fingers desperately clawing at his muscles. I wanted to feel the strength in his body. I wanted to feel the power that was lurking there. I was in control, but as I took in all of the feelings that were rolling through my body, I imagined the ways he'd taken me in the past. I thought of his rough, warm hands holding my body steady as he pushed himself into me.

I angled myself forward so that I could rub myself against his body with every thrust. My wetness was trailing across his skin, and his cock seemed to grow larger and harder with every push. I squeezed myself tight around his manhood. I wanted to feel every inch of him inside of me. Every breath I took was fuel for the fire inside me that drove me forward in our passion. Our bodies were
connected in a way that was more pleasurable and more incredible than anything I'd ever known. When we were together, I couldn't imagine ever being apart.

He groaned beneath me and I knew that our time together would be brief. I'd spent so much time building him up and teasing him that he was struggling not to release his pleasure in one grand explosion already. I slowed myself down and rode him back and forth, pushing my mound against his hard body. I stretched my legs wide around him, pushing myself fully onto his rigid cock again and again. Every stroke was a thing of beauty, bringing me ever closer to the kind of supreme pleasure I could only feel when the two of us were together in this way.

The rising heat inside of me slowly spread throughout my body. I could feel a warm tingling in every limb, from my fingers down to the tips of my toes. I bit my lip to stop myself from moaning too loudly. I wasn't ashamed of sex or anything, but I was far from an exhibitionist. Our time together was our time alone, and I didn't want to get self-conscious about being too loud. I held even tighter against his arms and he brought one hand up my chest. His fingers softly played against my breasts, teasing and sweeping around my nipples. The increased sensation drew ever forward and I couldn't help but resume my frantic pace of hip movements.

His grip on my waist became tighter still and he squeezed my breast with his other hand. I felt his cock pulse inside of me as he moaned loudly. The instant that he came, the warmth that had been spreading through my body seemed to catch fire and spread throughout me. Every part of my body exploded with pleasure as the bright light of climax rushed through my limbs. My body shook and I pushed myself hard against him as his warm fluid flooded into me in great spurts. We both moaned softly, struggling to keep our voices low as we came. Every excess decibel was translated into physicality as we groped and rubbed ourselves against one another, seeking to extend our pleasure for even one more moment.

Finally, there was nothing more we could do and the moment fled from us. I collapsed atop Ronan, breathing deeply and struggling to regain my bearings.
Our lovemaking was always passionate, but that night it seemed especially so. We were hardly on vacation here in Belfast, but still it felt exotic and different. Having to stay quiet was part of the thrill, I think. I giggled about that as I rolled off of him, our rapidly cooling bodies still pressed together. In the past we'd never shied away from being loud and that night was definitely a new experience.

I pushed myself against his body, my hand held against his chest. I felt his breath slowly to a normal rate and kissed him gently on the cheek. These tender moments with Ronan were all the more wonderful knowing the danger and threat that was the cause of our visit. We might have little time in the future to enjoy each other's quiet company. Neither of us was willing to let one moment
go to waste. He pulled me closer to him, and I delighted at his strength. He was fighting this far for me and it was always good to be reminded at just how much of a fight he could put up.

We fell asleep in each other's arms, never bothering to get beneath the covers. During the night it got a bit chilly, but I always had Ronan's incredible and constant heat beside me to keep me comfortable. My dreams were
pleasant and calming. Some people have difficulties sleeping in new places. That used to be me, but not wherever I went with Ronan seemed as much like home as my old apartment back in Baltimore. Home was family and for now, Ronan was all that I had.

The next morning we woke up to the sound of Lila singing as she made breakfast. I could tell that was what she was doing because she sang each of the ingredients and whatever she was doing with them. I'd never heard someone put the process of poaching eggs to music before, but then again I'd never met anyone quite like Lila before either. I softly ran my hand across Ronan's face and his eyes opened slowly. When he saw me he smiled, even before we said anything. It was a beautiful way to wake up and I thought in that moment that I'd never like to wake up differently.

I pushed my way through my travel bag looking for a change of clothes. Ronan wore the same pants and shirt he'd been wearing the day before, just as I suspected he would. When we were dressed, I was about to head for the door but he pulled me aside. I thought he was going to tell me something but instead he bent low and began to kiss me. Our lips met and I accepted his passionate morning embrace with all the comfort possible. The attraction between us existed at all times and in all places. It couldn't be denied or restrained, certainly not by breakfast.