Perfectly Scripted (4 page)

When Ronan returned, he found me naked in the pool. He wasted no time before jumping into the water to join me.

“Who was on the phone?”

He groaned. “It was Darcy again. She wanted to let me know that Nina is sending Franklin out to capture a few shots of us tomorrow on a boat.”

“What’s this business about a boat?”

“I’ve chartered a private yacht for the two of us tomorrow, and we’re going to smile and play it up for the camera.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist. “I don’t have to play anything up when I’m with you, Ronan.”

He spun us in slow circles in the warm, shallow water. I found myself lost in the depths of his brilliant, green eyes. We held each other tight, staring at one another between sweet kisses and caresses. My fingers writhed through his wet curls, twisting the longer pieces.

He picked me up, carrying me out of the pool and over to a lounge chair, where he wrapped a towel around my wet, naked body.

“
Holliday
.”

I loved the way he said my name in that husky tone that drove me wild. His tongue darted over his bottom lip, a signal that he was thinking something wicked. I wondered what sexually charged fantasy he was going to request.

“Beauty,” he began, gripping strands of my wet hair in his hand. “Can I fuck you out here on the terrace?”

“You’re crazy,” I laughed.

“Indulge me,” he prompted, caressing the curve of my face.

I sucked in a breath at his blunt yet racy inquiry, and then I surveyed our surroundings. The late afternoon sky had turned to dusk. Our villa was secluded. No one could see us, and the paparazzi were nowhere in sight—for today, anyway.

“Okay, but
only
if you promise to screw me senseless on that private beach before we leave.”

“You’re so demanding.” He winked at me. “I absolutely love it.”

“You have too many clothes on, Mr. Connolly.”

He pushed his swim trunks over his hips, letting them fall to the ground. I flashed a grin as he stood naked in front of me, his cock rock hard.

“I love how you’re always ready for me.”

He loved teasing me about being so greedy and ready for him at a moment’s notice, so it served him right to take a light ribbing from me.

With a seductive grin on his lips, he yanked the towel from my wet skin.

“I want you so badly,” I said.

He kissed me hard, slipping his tongue deep inside my mouth. “It’s been far too many days since I’ve been inside you,” he growled, lifting me up and dropping me down on the double day bed lounger.

His hands thrusted my legs apart before he pushed inside me and buried himself to the hilt.

“Jesus,
Ronan
,” I breathed.

“Fuck, you feel so good...
perfect
.” His hands were warm, his breath hot against my sunburned neck, as he rolled into my body. His mouth was deliciously wet as he wrapped his lips around my breast, gently sucking and teasing my nipple with his tongue.

“It feels incredible knowing that you are mine and
only
mine,” he rasped.

When his fingers flexed, gripping me tighter, I opened my mouth to utter his name, but he kissed me. It was a hungry kiss, desperate and intoxicating. Tingles traveled up and down my spine. As I bucked my hips, writhing beneath Ronan, he licked and sucked on my nipples until I was screaming his name. Then he pressed his mouth over my mine, and I remembered we were outside. I prayed to God that the sounds of the ocean were drowning out my erotic calls of pleasure.

Without warning, he rolled the two of us to the other side of the day bed. I was now on top, looking down at his beautiful face. This was a rarity, because Ronan dominated during sex, and I supposed he loved it that way.

“God, you’re one gorgeous woman, Holliday Prescott.”

I pressed a kiss to his lips. His hands and fingers went to work, gliding over every inch of my skin. With his mouth pressed to my neck, I squeezed around him, causing him to moan deeply. The vibrations from his lips on my neck sent goose bumps rippling across my skin. That must have been a turn-on for him as much as it was for me, because he picked his pace up, furiously guiding me up and down his dick.

“Ride my cock.
Hard
.”

Leaning back, I did as instructed, grinding my pelvis up and down. My ass repeatedly smacked against his thighs, and the sound echoed in our small space. I arched my back, and he gripped the nape of my neck, tugging my hair.

“
Christ
…you’re
mine
. Tell me you are mine.”

Looking deep in his glimmering eyes, allowing him to see into my soul and the sincerity of my pledge to him, I replied, “Yes. I am yours and
only
yours.”

“I have missed your body. I love burying my cock deep inside your sweet cunt.”

How does he do that?
He managed to take a word most women find overwhelmingly crude and make it sound so sexy.

His arms banded around me, holding me possessively, as he sealed his mouth around mine consuming me in a deep, lush kiss. I couldn’t seem to pull my lips from his. We were like to two animals, clawing and scratching, devouring the other’s body, trying to soothe our aching appetites.

Wanting him to see my face, I tore myself away from his luscious, perfect mouth, and he ran his hand up and down my back then glided his fingertips over my clit. This man knew my body. He repeatedly hit my sweet spot causing my body to arch back as shuddering waves rocked through my core. The orgasm burst through with intensity, and my muscles clenched around him. He followed, not far behind me. I collapsed, panting and moaning into his stiffened shoulder to muffle the cries of pleasure, as he pumped his orgasm into me.

“That…
That
was incredible,” he said, his voice thick with relief.

“It’s
always
incredible.”

Laughing, he replied, “Well, I can’t argue with that.”

Holliday

After my shower, I found Ronan on the terrace, sipping a glass of whiskey. Leaning against the doorjamb, I drank him in. His sexy body was dressed casually in a pair of navy shorts and a blue-and-white collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He was looking out over the dark evening sky, which paled in comparison to my view.

The tension he was harboring from before had eased. His phone hadn’t made a peep for a few hours. I took that as a sign that no news was good news. I am sure that he had mixed feelings regarding the matter.

The sound of my Prada ankle-cuff sandals hitting the stone tile pulled Ronan from his thoughts. Turning to face me, he ran his hand over the curve of his perfectly stubbled jaw and then let out a deep breath.

“My beauty, you look absolutely…well,
beautiful
.”

Since we were going to a less formal place this evening, I opted for a pair of black crepe shorts and an ivory colored lace tank top.

Taking a step towards me, he gently tugged my sleek ponytail.

“I quite like your hair styled this way,” he said softly, feathering kisses against my neck.

“I thought you preferred it down, fanned out around my shoulders, against expensive sheets,” I teased.

He grinned, and I ran my hands over his chest, the fabric of his shirt soft on the tips of my fingers. With one hand around my waist, he gathered me closer, drawing me into a deep kiss. His tongue licked mine, teasing me, driving me wild with lust.

Our passionate kiss was interrupted by a knock at the door. I shot Ronan a puzzled look. Grabbing me by the hand, he pulled me back into the living area. Before I knew it, a three-piece mariachi band had entered our villa, followed by three carts of delish Mexican food and a bottle of tequila with freshly sliced limes.

“We’re staying in this evening.” He spun me around before dipping me backwards. “I hope you don’t mind, but I want you all to myself tonight he whispered.

I didn’t mind. Not one single bit.

My lifeless body jolts up and down. All around I hear grunting and laughter. Relentlessly, my body is ravaged. Alcohol stings my nose, and tobacco-laced breath rushes over my neck, causing my stomach to convulse. The pain around my wrists is excruciating. After several minutes, the pressure releases, and I exhale deeply. A calloused hand grazes my cheek and then grasps my throat at the base. Through blurry eyes, I see myself pinned beneath him— one of Satan’s minions.

Coldness rushes over me, and my body goes numb. As panic sweeps through me, my heart pounds against my rib cage. I can’t feel my arms, my legs, my fingers, or my toes. The one thing I can feel is this monster shoving inside me, and I don’t want to.

“
No, please. I don’t want this!”

My brain screams at my body, shouting and urging my limbs to shake off the numbness and fight back against the force of this devil in the flesh who is terrorizing my body with his.

“
You shouldn’t have left me, Holli,” he hisses through panting breaths. “I gave you everything, and you left me.”

Tears burn my eyes, spilling down my cheeks. The ringing in my ears is almost welcome relief, attempting to drown out the sounds of his heavy breaths.

“
Who do you think you are that you can just toss me aside, making a fool of me?” he snarls. His tone is icy, but his breath is hot against my ear.

A violent shudder moves up my spine. More tears grow thick in my throat, and I cry out in pain before begging, “Please stop hurting me, Derek!”

“
I’m branding you as mine as a reminder that you will never fuck another man without thinking of me first.” He roars. “Mine forever.”

The words ring through my ears. It’s agonizing, like fingernails slowly grinding down a chalkboard.

“
No, I’ll never be yours!”

Suddenly, all the muscles in my body clench. I hear a loud smack, and my hand throbs with a hot, stinging pain.

“Holliday!?”

My tear-filled eyes darted around the dimly lit room. Ronan was hovering over me, rubbing the side of his face. The scent of salt water rushed to my nose, and a warm, tranquil breeze fluttered over my body.

“Are you okay?” He knelt at the side of the bed. “Baby, please answer me.”

My skin was damp, my knuckles white from gripping the bedsheets. After a beat, his voice finally rang through, and I managed to reply. “Yes, I think so.”

“Are you sure?”

I nodded, placing my palm on his cheek. Even though my mind was fogged with tequila, I was embarrassed and utterly confused. My body felt heavy and weak.

“Did I do this?” I asked, rubbing my thumb over his burning cheek.

Nodding, he drew my palm to his lips, pressing a soft kiss. “In your sleep, you were kicking your legs and calling Derek’s name. I tried to wake you up, but that must have scared you,” he replied quietly.