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His question startled me, and I blinked at him, trying to make sense out of the jumble he’d just spoken. When I realized I couldn’t recall the question, I said, “I’m sorry, what was that?”

He gave me a small smile, his eyes telling me he was delighted. Leaning toward me, Ronan hooked his fingers behind my knees and pulled me forward between his legs. He then placed his hands on my thighs—resting them above the material of my skirt—and bit his lip, peering up at me like he wanted to know all my secrets, or at least borrow them.

I didn’t protest. At first I was too surprised. Then I was entirely too mesmerized by the way he was biting his lip.

“Annie….” he said.

“Yes?”

He paused until my gaze lifted from his mouth, met his eyes.

“Why didn’t you come straight to the source?” The question was a low, masculine rumble, almost a whisper, and his thumbs were moving back and forth over the silk of my skirt, sending lovely spikes of awareness and delight to my pelvis.

“The source?”

“Yes. If you wanted to know about me, why didn’t you just ask? I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”

“Uh….” I licked my lips, and his eyes flickered to my mouth, seemed to darken. I wished then that I knew what he was thinking.

Then I cursed myself for wishing because he said, “I wonder what you taste like....”

Chapter Six

Calories: 3,500

Workout: 3 hours in total.

Porridge: Cannot be redeemed by dried fruit, cinnamon, or copious amounts of honey.

*Ronan*

Her thighs felt good in my hands—too good, actually, all shapely and soft and everything I loved about a woman.

Seeing Annie in the clothes she was wearing today, I actually hadn’t recognized her for a second. The contrast between what she’d been in the last two times I’d seen her and now was striking. I kind of wished she was wearing the old clothes because seeing her like this was testing my willpower. She was all luscious curves. It was a wonder I managed to keep my hands to myself all through the meeting.

It was a relief when the others left us to talk things out alone. I knew my attention made Annie nervous, but at least now she could manage to get a few words out. Before, when her colleagues were in the room, I could tell she was having a hard time finding her voice. Her helplessness in that moment made me want to rescue her. Be her hero.

And now I was gripping her thighs, running my thumbs back and forth over the fabric of her skirt, and wishing it was her skin. In a heartbeat, I’d gone from savior to predator.

“Say again?” she asked quietly, and I repeated my previous statement.

“I said, Annie dearest, that I wonder what you taste like.”

Our mouths were only inches apart, and I felt the air move when she sucked in a soft breath like she was bracing herself. We stared at one another for a long moment, trapped in silence punctuated only by the sound of our breathing. I smiled when her body moved forward by the tiniest fraction as though she was drawn to me against her better judgment.

I could kiss her now.

Shifting in her seat, she swallowed and finally spoke. “Isn’t that kind of an intimate thing to say to a stranger?” Her tone betrayed her. I knew how to read body language, and hers was telling me that she was interested. I’d more than piqued her curiosity.

“Ah, we’re not strangers, Annie,” I whispered against her lips. “We’ve already shared a cozy elevator ride, I’ve cleaned your top, and you’ve sent me a very odd a picture of a question-mark clock. We’re practically dating.”

“I don’t date, Mr. Fitzpatrick.”

“No?” I murmured.

My thumbs were still caressing her thighs; and if she was feeling me like I was feeling her, I knew she had to be a little bit wet right now. The thought practically made me groan, and I couldn’t hold back any longer.

Decision made.

Gripping her tight, I brought my mouth to hers and kissed her hungrily. When our lips met, I heard her make a tiny sound. Her body went rigid, and she wasn’t reciprocating. I thought it might have been down to shock, though, because when my tongue slid past the seam of her lips, she opened them willingly and trembled against me.

My fingers dug into her thighs, and I pulled her closer. I was on fire, felt like I was melting into her. Never before had a single kiss gotten me so worked up. She tasted like chocolate and mint. Annie rocked forward, and then I felt her tongue move experimentally against mine. Of its own accord, a groan emanated from deep in my chest. When I brought my hands to her neck and massaged her throat, she whimpered. I was hard as a rock already. Her hands were fisting my shirt, almost as though she didn’t know whether she wanted to push me away or pull me closer.

Then the cutest noise in the world came out of her when her stomach rumbled very loudly. Immediately, she drew away, her cheeks coloring. She could barely look me in the eye.

“Mr. Fitzpatrick, I….”

I cut her off. “It’s Ronan, Annie. Call me Ronan.”

She looked at me then, and we stared at one another for a long moment. I wanted to kiss her again. My heart was racing. I could still taste her.

“I can’t call you Ronan....” She said this, and I didn’t know if she was talking to me or herself; her fingers absentmindedly moved to her lips, touching them lightly.

“Yes, you can.”

“It would be too familiar.” Again, she sounded like she was speaking to herself.

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