“I want to make love to you right here, right now.” ~ #RonNoble #SlowBurn #FitzgeraldFamily #EBWalters

Title:  Slow Burn

Series:  The Fitzgerald Family [Book1]

Length:  290 Pages

Genre:  Contemporary Romance
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TEASER

Like hell he was. It had been three long days since he touched her. The kitchen could wait. She couldn’t. “Not so fast, Hotshot.” She pulled his head and poured all her hunger and need in a single kiss. Within seconds, the atmosphere in the room changed.

His heart slamming in his chest, body heating, Ron sat back and pulled Ashley to him. Hearing her admit that she cared about him was headier than the best brandy he’d ever tasted. But when she’d planted herself between him and those cocked guns, his heart nearly stopped. He hadn’t known what to think or say. But right now wasn’t the time to analyze it. It would keep until later.

He palmed her cheeks to hold her head in place and took possession of her mouth. For three days, he had dreamt about this. Ron had pushed himself mentally at work and physically at the gym to the point of exhaustion, only to have her invade his dreams. If he’d thought that all he needed to get her out of his system was a good lay, he would have found release somewhere else. Right from the beginning, he’d known it was more than sex with Ashley. Known and fought it because he’d taken his mother and uncle’s way of life as the norm, never letting anyone get close. It was liberating to let go.

He gripped her head and plundered her mouth as he intended to do her body. Their heavy breathing, sighs and groans filled the room as their needs spiraled out of control. The desire to cherish and please clashed with the wild urge to conquer and claim. The former won hands down and he slowed to a languid pace. Nibbling, teasing and savoring. He intended to make up for the last three days.

Finally, he lifted his head, and whispered, “Are there surveillance cameras in this room?”

“Are you kidding?” she breathed out. “No audio either. Here or the one upstairs.”

He leaned back and glanced around. It was big by bathroom standards, but not in the same class as the one upstairs. He didn’t want her freaking out because of her claustrophobia. “I want to make love to you right here, right now.”

“Me too.”