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He groans loudly, snaking his arm around my waist. “And you’ll miss me?”
I scoff. “Not at all. I’ll get my bed back.” He bites my neck, and I giggle loudly, which has him grinning against where he bit. “Miss you isn’t the phrase I’d use.”
“No?” he asks, lifting his head so he can see me. “What would you use?”
My heart is heavy, and even though I’m trying to joke around, my voice is sad as I whisper, “I’m going to be miserable without you.”
Ciaran’s eyes darken. “You think?”
“I know,” I promise, running my fingers along the hair on his upper lip. He hasn’t shaved in a couple days, and I have to admit, I really like this rugged look. “Minutes will feel like hours, hours will feel like days, and days will feel like weeks.” Our eyes meet in a shared sadness. Even though we knew this was going to happen, be it from road games or him being called up to the Assassins, I don’t think there would ever be enough time to prepare. I’ve gotten used to him in my bed. I’ve gotten used to us as a unit…with Eliza, God bless her. I don’t want him to leave. Ever. “You haven’t even left yet, and if I could, I’d kidnap you and keep you all to myself.”
“And do what to me?”
“Anything I want,” I insist, nipping at his bottom lip as all kinds of dirty thoughts come to mind. My pussy weeps for him as I stay locked in his hooded and dangerous gaze. I don’t have to ask; I know he is picturing me before him with his cock deep in my throat. Damn it, I want him.
“Anything you want? Hmm, I could be down. But what about what I want?” he asks before sliding his tongue from my ear to my chin.
“Which is?” I ask breathlessly as I get lost in the sensation of his tongue on my skin.
He trails his teeth along my neck. “To taste your pussy right here.”
“You’d have no objections from me.”
“None?” he asks.
I take in a shaky breath as he moves his hand from the back of my thigh to the front.
“Never from me.”
He kisses the side of my jaw before running his thumb along the slit of my pussy. “Mmm. Always so wet for me.”
I arch against his thumb. “Only you. Please…touch me.”
He chuckles against my jaw and then presses the pad of his thumb into my throbbing clit. I buck against his thumb, crying out from the pressure, and Ciaran watches, heat in those shining eyes.
Heat that is all mine.
Just as I am all his.
CHAPTER 40
Ciaran
I am not one for sex after a game. I’m usually exhausted and dead once I leave the rink, but before, I wasn’t coming home to Louisa. Now that I do, all it takes it one look in those bluish-greenish-brown eyes, and a bolt of energy hits me square in my chest. I’ve never had someone waiting for me, and Lou always does.
I could get home past midnight, and she’d be awake, waiting, ready to tell me how great I did and listen to me bitch about bad calls and dick players. The feeling of having her support me, to be there to decompress with, is something I’ve never experienced before. I know I haven’t lived with another woman before, but I don’t think it’s that.
I truly think it’s Louisa.
All of her. And fuck if I’m not completely hers.
I press my thumb harder into her throbbing clit, and my breath comes out in spurts. I slide my thumb down off her nub and through her wetness to her entrance. Her eyes darken as I slide it into her, wiggling my thick digit and then capturing the cry that leaves her mouth with my own. I swirl the tip of my index finger around her nub, gently, slowly, but enough to make her moan into my mouth. I pull back, kissing her chin before smacking her thigh. “Step up.”
She whines a bit but does as I ask, while my thumb stays in her searing heat. She feels so good—tight, wet, and all fucking mine. Her slick channel has my cock straining in my slacks. It’s pure steel at this point, and I want to bury myself deep inside her.
My need to taste her is greater.
When she’s where I want her, I push my jersey up to reveal her pussy for my viewing pleasure. She takes hold of the hem of the jersey, tucking it under her chin as her eyes burn deep into mine. I move my gaze from her face and take in her center. I love so much how her thighs touch, how there is no hair covering her pussy, but most of all, how wet she is for me. I place a kiss to her mound, and she rewards me with a little mewl of a noise that has my toes curling in my boots. I kiss her again at the hood of her clit, then the spot where her thighs touch, before running my tongue along her slit. She cries out, arching forward for more, and a deep chuckle leaves my mouth, which has her squirming, much to my delight. My grip on the ladder tightens as I dip my tongue into her and find her clit with the tip.
