Ronan’s been in love with Steph Randell since they were teenagers. Pierced by Cupid’s arrow as a teen, the country boy fell hard for her.
As an award-winning actress, Steph has a mind of her own and is blinded by her ambition. Yet, for all her money and fame, the only time she truly finds peace is in Ronan’s arms. But she thinks that all she needs is a friend with benefits.
Cupid messed up and needs to fix things—an incredible boon if he can succeed. All he has to do is show Steph what she is missing and prove to Ronan that Steph is worth fighting for. What will Steph risk for love? And what is Ronan willing to give up to get his girl?
"You know how much I love coming home to find you in my bed?"
Steph opened her eyes to find Ronan crouched in front of her, one of his big hands tenderly bushing aside the strands of hair that had fallen across her face. Her body coiled, desire pounding through her just from that little touch. "Ronan," she breathed.
He knew her so well.
With fingers slipping into her hair, clenching the nape of her neck, he pulled her up to meet him halfway, his lips devouring her as he plunged his tongue into her mouth.
Like a bolt of electricity scorching through her, he brought her back to life. She launched herself at him, knocking them both to the carpeted floor as they tore at each other's clothes, discarding in a frenzy of ripped fabric and flying buttons.
She needed this. She needed him. He was the only real thing in her life. The only one she could trust and count on. He was always there when she needed him to be and gone when she didn't. Her Ronan.
He pulled her under him, rolling his hips between her thighs. She loved the feel of his jeans abrading her. Everything about Ronan was rough, from his callused fingers to the stubble painting his jaw. Everything except his heart. She owned his tender, loyal heart.
"Did ya miss me, sweetheart?" He ran his fingers over her collarbone and down to one lace covered breast, circling her nipple until it budded into a hard peak. He gave a little squeeze before trailing his hand down her stomach. "I've missed you."
Ronan looked like a surfer with his shaggy shoulder-length blond hair, dazzling blue eyes and easy smile. But he was a country boy through and through, built like a man used to working hard, all muscle and sinew, corded and lean. So very different from her Hollywood men.
He shifted his magnificent body to the side and slid his fingers into her panties, trailing over the little nest of curls to rub against her aching clit.
Steph moaned as she arched into his touch, her body coiling taut, her pussy wet. "I want you, now."
With a chuckle, Ronan leaned down to nestle his lips against her throat. "Patience."
He plunged one finger, then two, deep into her sex, teasing her with anticipation as he slowly began to piston her.
"Ronan!" She reached down and popped the button of his jeans then quickly slid her hand into his boxers and circled his cock. "Let's see how much patience you have."
He groaned as she stroked him, his fingers still nestled deep inside her, pumping to the same tempo as hers. "Steph." His voice was strained, breathless, his eyes hooded.
She knew she'd won.
Ronan pulled his fingers out of her, hooking them into her panties, and yanking them down before she could do so much as lift her ass out of the way. He pulled himself from her grasp and pushed his jeans and boxers to his knees then nestled back between her thighs. This was what she wanted, quick and hard. She needed to be fucked this time. The loving could come later.
With his hands holding her hips, he nudged her pussy, the head of his penis deliciously wide, stretching her like his fingers couldn't do.
"Is this what you want?" Ronan stared down at her, gobbling her up with his lusty stare.
That look he gave her… no other man could make her so wet with just a look. Steph nodded as she arched into him, begging with her body for what she so desperately needed from him.
Ronan thrust hard and fast, taking her breath away as he forced her body to accommodate his size, his shaft rubbing in one long stroke against her clit as he did. Her pussy clenched against him, a ripple of pleasure that promised a great release to come. He rolled his hips, catching her clit at every possible angle, jacking her up until sensation threatened to overwhelm her completely. Only Ronan could do this to her. He was the only man who could drive her to madness. Her body craved him so.
As he continued to thrust, his slid one hand from her hip, over the curve of her waist to her breast. He cupped and squeezed then brushed his thumb over her aching nipples. It was enough to send her spiraling into her climax, wave upon wave of pleasure rolling over her. Her pussy spasmed, squeezing Ronan so intensely that even he could not hang on a moment longer either and bellowed his own release seconds later.
With every last shudder wrung from both of them, Ronan collapsed next to her, his breathing ragged as he grasped her hand and brought it to his lips. "It's good to see you, Steph. What's it been, six months?"