Page 25 of My Addiction
He presses closer, softening against me until there’s nothing held back between us, and when I slide my tongue into his mouth, he moans. The sound goes straight through me. It settles somewhere deep in my chest, sharp and possessive and terrifying all at once.
Because in that moment, with his taste in my mouth and his body leaning into mine, I know there is nothing I wouldn’t do for him. Nothing. He could ask me for anything, and I would hand it to him without hesitation. Because he is mine. Not because I forced him. Not because I took. Because he chose me too.
I break the kiss slowly and rest my forehead against his, trying to catch my breath while he does the same.
“Do you understand now?” I ask.
He doesn’t answer right away. He just nods. He hesitantly places a soft kiss on my lips.
“That was my first kiss,” he whispers against my lips. The possessive feeling gets even stronger inside of me. I’m his first and will be his only. No one will ever touch him.
“Good. Grab Ollie.”
He picks him up from the pack-and-play on autopilot and starts walking back toward the guest room.
“Where are you going?”
“Back to bed,” he says.
“You’re sleeping upstairs. Ollie can stay in the baby cage tonight.” I pick it up and start up the stairs.
“Afraid I’ll run again?”
“No, just putting you where you belong,” I say.
Chapter 12
Colton
I just had my first kiss, and I still feel lightheaded as I carry Ollie up the stairs after Ronan. My mouth tingles, and my lips feel swollen. Every time I think about the way he kissed me, the way he looked at me before and after, like I was something precious, my stomach flips all over again.
I wonder if he could tell that I had no idea what I was doing. I’ve seen people kiss on TV, sure, but that’s not the same thing. TV doesn’t show you what it feels like when someone touches you like they already know they want you. It doesn’t show you how your knees can go weak from a mouth on yours. Ronan glances back at me from a few steps ahead, his expression softer than usual. And just that look is enough to make my pulse start climbing all over again.
I hope I made the right decision coming back. I want what Ronan is promising me —safety for Ollie and maybe more for me if the kiss was any indication. I like Ronan and his no-nonsense way. It’s refreshing to me since I have dealt with so many two-faced people. The Children of the Fallen is full of them. Preach the gospel according to Prophet Moses, the evils of the world, hell, and brimstone. Yet they sell babies to the highest bidder. I should have gone to the authorities. Guilt plants itself deep in my gut.
Ronan enters a bedroom through large double doors. As soon as I enter behind him and look around, I realize this is his bedroom. He places the pack-and-play in the sitting area. I take a look around. It’s not what I pictured for his bedroom.
A large king-sized bed is in the center, with an open wall on both sides behind it. I can see clothes hanging, so that must be his closet. The room has dark, rich wood furniture that matches the bed. It’s masculine with navy and cream colors. Art hangs on the walls that match the decor.
“This is your room,” I state, confused as to why he brought us in here.
“Yes.” He takes Ollie from me, and after a couple of awkward attempts, he gets Ollie laid down. I huff out a short laugh at him. Babies are not his thing, but he seems to be trying.
“Where am I sleeping?” The couch looks comfortable but small.
“In the bed.” He cocks his head, looking at me with confusion written all over his face. My question is not computing in his brain.
“Okay then, where are you sleeping?” I try again.
“In my bed. Where else would I sleep?”
“You want us to share the bed? Like sleep together… in the same bed?” I just had my first kiss. Now he wants me to share his bed.
“Yes.” He starts unbuttoning his shirt. The flush hits me like a tidal wave. I need to avert my eyes, but I’m transfixed. When he gets to the last button, he pulls the shirt from his pants. I have to bite my bottom lip to keep the groan in. We weren’t allowed a TV in our house, but I hid an app on my phone. One of my dirty little pleasures was watching romantic movies. I always thought that move was sexy. Maybe that should have been my clue that I was into guys. My gaze drifts up his torso. His abs have abs. Throughthe open shirt, I can see his well-defined chest. I’m in shape but on the skinny side. My anxiety ratchets up another notch. There is no way I will be able to undress in front of this Adonis of a man. I glance at his face, and he has his eyes on me, one eyebrow raised.
“You going to sleep in your clothes?”
“Yes?” I try to say, but it comes out as a question.
