He made that displeased noise.
“Besides, I was involved with Tyler for a few years. It’s not like he was a strange guy hitting on me.”
“I would’ve preferred a stranger hitting on you to him.”
Amery tried to look at Ronin, but he kept the side of his face pressed into hers, holding her in place. “Why?”
“A stranger hasn’t seen you naked. Hasn’t touched you. Hasn’t f**ked you. Tyler has. Goddammit, he had you for three years. The realization that he’d screwed up by letting you go was written all over his face tonight.”
Ronin had read that wrong. Tyler didn’t want to be with her; he just didn’t want her to be with anyone else. “It doesn’t matter because I’m not with him. I’m with you.”
His thumb swept over the pulse point in her throat. He repeated the motion and it felt as erotic as when he’d touched her clit. His scent, his touch, his uneven breathing stirred her hair and her desire. “But are you really with me?”
“I’m confused. With you how?”
“In every way I need you to be.”
“Still confused.”
“Come home with me and I’ll show you what I mean. What I need. You said anytime, any way. I want you to prove it to me tonight.”
She shivered. “Let’s go.”
They left the dance floor in the middle of the song.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
RONIN held her hand as they waited at the valet stand.
Amery’s entire body tingled just from Ronin lightly stroking the inside of her wrist with his callused thumb. How would it be between them when they were alone? Mind-blowing.
Maybe it did scare her how addicted she’d gotten to his touch.
She shivered.
He swept her hair over her shoulder. “You’re shaking. Are you cold?”
“A little.”
“Here.” He unbuttoned his jacket and shrugged it off. Then he draped it around her shoulders. “Better?”
This was worse actually. The body-heated fabric that carried his scent completely surrounded her. “Yes. Thank you.”
He curled his hands around her face. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
“I can’t think of anything else but you.”
“Why is that making you frown?”
“Because you overwhelm me. Maybe I’m saying this because of my run-in with Tyler, and realizing he never knew me, not in the three years we were together. You’ve been in my life less than three weeks and you already know aspects of me better than I know myself. You don’t have any problems pushing my boundaries.”
“Are you afraid I might push you too hard?” he asked softly.
“No. I’m afraid that I’ll find out that I don’t have any boundaries at all when it comes to you.”
Ronin rested his forehead to hers. “You have no idea what you do to me when you say that.”
The valet broke the moment. “Your car, Mr. Black.”
Ronin released her and opened her car door. Then he skirted the front end and slipped into the driver’s side.
As soon as they were on the road, he said, “You are spending the night with me.”
Not a request. “We’ll have to swing by my place so I can get some clothes.”
“I still have your jeans. I’d like to see you in one of my shirts.”
“Then I guess we’ll go straight to your place.” Feeling buoyed by her confession, Amery unbuckled her seatbelt. She leaned across the console and worked the knot in his tie. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about the equal time.”
“My tie isn’t connected to my zipper.”
“Want me to go straight for the good stuff?”
Ronin gave her a look so hot it scorched the breath from her lungs. “Yes.”
“Eyes on the road.” Amery found the buckle on his belt and unhooked it. She unzipped his pants, and his shaft jumped against her hand. “Spread your legs wider.”
He hissed in a breath when her fingertips brushed the crown of his cock.
With the angle of the seat, she couldn’t de-pants him and she couldn’t play with his balls, so she pulled his c**k through the opening in his boxer briefs. She glanced at his hands, gripping the steering wheel much more tightly than before. She lowered her head and swallowed as much of him as she could.
“Sweet Jesus.”
Amery let his shaft slide back out of her mouth. She did that a few more times and his legs went rigid. “Do you wish you had my hair in your hands so you could force me to keep this c**k in my mouth?”
“Yes.”
“Pay attention to the road, Sensei. I know how you prefer to look at me while I’m blowing you, but I don’t want to die choking on your dick after you wreck your fancy car.” Amery let her mouth slowly engulf his cock. When she started bobbing her head, the hard shaft bumped the back of her throat on every pass. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked, loving the musky tang of him and the feel of his velvety-soft, steel-hard shaft gliding over her tongue. Flicking the very tip and the thick ridge beneath the c**k head before taking him deep. She circled the root and stroked up as her mouth slid down.
“Don’t use your hands. Just your mouth.”
Bossy man preferred her hands on his thighs or his abdomen, or gripping his butt cheeks when she was on her knees before him. Pleasing him gave her such a heady sense of power. But this time she controlled him. She pushed him to the edge at full throttle. No reason to drag this out. She wanted—no, she’d earned the right to make him soar and swallow him down.
“Amery. Fuck. Stop.”
She pulled her mouth away long enough to say, “No, give it to me. All of it,” before she took him back in.
Ronin swore under his breath.
His body went rigid. She heard his grip increase on the steering wheel. He bumped his hips up and she felt that moment when he let go. His c**k hardened further for a split second and then hot, wet spurts hit her soft palate. She firmed her lips as she swallowed.
As soon as his orgasm ended, she licked the shaft and lightly tongued the tip. He’d never given her the opportunity to nuzzle and kiss his softening flesh.
He tugged on her hair. “Baby, you have to stop. I’m about to wreck the car.”
Amery kissed the head of his penis before pushing upright. “Why were you going to wreck the car?” she asked innocently.
“Because instead of throwing my head back and closing my eyes like I do whenever your hot mouth works me, I focused on the road. But my foot stepped on the gas and I don’t need a ticket for a hundred and seventy miles an hour.”