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If there is anything I love other than cooking, it’s shopping for the things I cook with. Grocery shopping is a chore I love with a passion. Selecting the secrets to produce the magic feels more like an honor than an errand.
Ronan moves quietly behind me as I pick up things and throw them into a basket he hands me.
“What?” I shy away from his heated gaze, and he shrugs. “What is it?”
“Nothing, baby,” he says, and I can see the shock on his face as he says that. “Olivia, that is,” he throws his eyes above my head, looking past me, but I won’t let that slip away.
“I like it,” I take a step closer to him, and he nods but refuses to look at me, “I miss it.”
I miss it a lot. I miss the girl I was with him. And it might not make any sense, but I miss the woman I could have been with him.
“I know,” he drops his eyes to me now, and I watch them cloak, taking the form of darker gemstones, “I miss it too,” he dips his voice to say that part.
"A lot has happened," I say as I briskly approach a section and grab a protein bar. I want to rip it open and bite into it, but I don’t have the energy.
"Let me," he says, andI jerk since I hadn't noticed him move. "Easy," he wraps his arm around my waist to steadyme. "Let me," he breathes.
His arm around my waist is scorching, his eyes are like stones in an inferno, and his body is now pressing closer to mine.
I hand him the protein bar, and he clears his throat, peeling his arm off me and stepping away.
I watch him tear the wrap open and bring it to my mouth.
“Eat,” he orders. I shake my head. “How about I do this instead,” he holds my gaze as he takes a large chunk from it, and before I can protest, he slams his lips against mine, making me swallow my complaints.
I gulp, the taste of chocolate and granola slinging across my tongue and down my stomach. I moan, my body ticking from the shuddering force of his kiss. I let myself melt into it.
I open up, and he feeds me the granola. I’m kissing and chewing at the same time. My arms fling to go around his waist, and I love how he groans into my mouth when my hands fist his cardigan.
He brings one hand to the small of my back while the other travels between my legs with an urgency that I love.
I can’t think about the details of the kiss because everything pales in comparison to the fire darting from my brain to the tip of my toes. Everything is inconsequential as his hand finds my bare sex, reminding me that I’m not wearing any underwear.
Everything loses meaning to me, and I only care about what he is doing to my body as he strokes my clit with his thumb, slipping it into my sex, quickly invading me before pulling out.
He slows the kiss and starts to trail with his lips down my body. He stops briefly to plant some on my nipples through the fabric of my clothes and continues until he is down on his knees in front of me.
“Put your leg on the shelf,” he orders. He doesn’t wait to see me do as he is told. Instead, he is on his knees, gathering the fabric of my dress, and without wasting any time, he buries his face between my legs.
I place my foot on the shelf and dig my fingers into his hair for balance.
His tongue strokes, teasing my clit, and I’m spinning into space. Another stroke of his tongue but this time I’m shooting across the galaxy. Another stroke and…
“Ronan,” someone hollers from outside. He stops and grunts, “It’s Liam, and it’s important.”
Ronan growls before standing up. He helps me adjust my dress back in place and feeds me some of my wetness with a quick but firm kiss.
He smiles softly at me, then turns his eyes to the pantry door, “What is it?”
“Something you really should know,” Liam answers.
“This better be fucking important, otherwise you are a dead man,” he struts to the door and throws it open.
“I really think you should see this,” Liam hands him something, so I strut over to them to see my apron and a bottle that looks like a vial in Ronan’s hands.
“What is this?” Ronan spikes an eyebrow.
“We found the empty bottle of laxative in her trash, and the apron has some of it on it too, plus it was tucked away in her pantry.” The blood in my veins rushes to my brain.
