KAIA’S POV
I wake up to the most incredible sensation. Soft lips trailing across my collarbone, warm breath against my skin, and fingers moving inside me with expert precision.
"Mmm," I moan softly, my eyes still closed.
"Good morning, beautiful," Ronan's voice whispers against my throat.
I try to remember if he pulled his fingers out before I fell asleep last night, or if we both dozed off with his hand still between my thighs. The memory is hazy, lost in the fog of exhaustion and pleasure.
But right now, I don't care about last night. All I care about is the way his fingers are moving inside me, slow and deliberate, making my entire body come alive.
I keep my eyes closed and pretend to still be asleep, not wanting him to stop. This feels too good to interrupt.
"I know you're awake," he says softly, his lips finding that sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder.
A groan escapes my lips despite my efforts to stay quiet.
"There's my girl," he murmurs, his fingers curling in just the right way.
"Oh god," I breathe, my back arching off the bed.
"Do you like that?" he asks, repeating the motion.
"Yes," I gasp. "Yes, please don't stop."
His thumb finds my most sensitive spot while his fingers continue their magic inside me, and I have to grip the sheets to keep from crying out.
"You're so responsive," he says, wonder in his voice. "So perfect."
I realize I'm practically panting. Short, quick breaths that make it obvious how affected I am.
"Please," I whisper, though I'm not sure what I'm asking for.
"Please what, Kaia?" he asks, his lips brushing against my ear.
His thumb strokes once across my pulse point, and I have to bite back a moan.
This is exactly like my fantasy. His touch, his voice, the way he's looking at me like I'm something precious and dangerous at the same time.
"Please don't stop," I beg.
"I won't," he promises. "Not until you come apart for me."
His fingers drive deeper into me, hitting that spot that makes me see stars, and I cry out in pleasure, grabbing a handful of his dark hair.
"That's it," he encourages. "Let me hear you."
I'm so close, teetering on the edge of release, when suddenly there's a sharp knock at the door.
"Shit," Ronan curses, scrambling away from me.
I'm left breathless and aching, my body crying out for the climax that was just within reach.
The knocking comes again, more insistent this time.
"Alpha Ronan?" a voice calls from outside. "Your father requests your presence immediately."
Ronan's breathing is hard and rough as he moves away from the bed. "Just a moment," he calls back.
He quickly grabs a cloth from the nightstand and gently cleans me up, his touch tender despite our rushed circumstances.
"I'm sorry," he whispers. "Terrible timing."
"It's okay," I lie, though my body is still throbbing with need.
"Go take a shower," he says softly. "I'll handle this."
I nod and slip into the bathroom, grateful for the chance to collect myself.
Under the hot spray of water, I let myself remember what just happened. Even though it was just his fingers, I felt more fulfilled than I ever have before. The way he touched me, the way he looked at me... it was everything I never knew I wanted.
Now I'm more than curious to know how I'd feel if he had actually taken me. If we had gone all the way.
The thought makes heat rise between my thighs all over again.
"Get it together, Kaia," I whisper to myself.
But I can't stop thinking about the way his fingers felt inside me. The way he knew exactly how to touch me to drive me wild.
What would it feel like to have all of him?
I finish my shower and wrap a towel around myself, my hair still dripping wet. When I step back into the bedroom, Ronan is just walking back in from dealing with whoever was at the door.
He stops short when he sees me in nothing but a towel, his eyes darkening with renewed desire.
"How do you always manage to look so tempting?" he asks, his voice rough.
"I'm not trying to," I say honestly.
"That makes it worse," he replies with a rueful smile.
"What did your father want?" I ask, trying to change the subject before we end up back in bed.
"Dinner," he says. "Father wants to have dinner with us tonight."
"Both of us?" I ask, surprised.
"Both of us," he confirms. "He says it's time he got to know his future daughter-in-law better."
The words make my stomach flip with nervousness.