The vulnerability in his voice is so raw it nearly breaks me.
“I wanted you that night in Vegas. And I haven’t stopped wanting you since.”
Before I can speak, his lips crash into mine with such urgency that my knees almost buckle. It’s like he’s trying to make up for every second he kept his distance.
The backs of my thighs hit the couch as he deepens the kiss, his free hand moving to my throat to tilt my head up.
“I’m going to prove to you,” he murmurs against my mouth, “exactly how much I want you.”
And then his mouth is on me once more, his lips trailing down my neck as his hands slide beneath the hem of my skirt.
We barely make it to the couch before I’m pulling my panties down and his hand is between my legs.
His fingers tease my opening, coaxing moans from me as he settles me down on the couch.
I expect him to move beside me, but when he drops to his knees, my breath catches.
“Kieran.” I writhe beneath him as I realize what he’s about to do.
I’ve never had someone go down on me before, so I have no idea what to expect. But if Kieran Sullivan is the one with his head between my thighs, I have a feeling it’s going to be incredible.
“Yes, Riley?” His lips pull up into a wicked grin as he looks up at me with those piercing dark eyes.
My chest is rising and falling so rapidly as I try to catch my breath, but Kieran only teases me further by running his hands up and down the backs of my thighs.
“Tell me what you want, princess.”
I bite my lip, squirming as his hand skims between my legs again. “You.”
“Which part of me?” His eyes gleam as his finger runs along my slit.
Threading my fingers through his hair, I gently coax his mouth forward, and he chuckles.
“Do you want me to eat your pussy? Is that it?”
“Y-Yes.”
“Say please.”
“You have got to be kidding.”
“I never joke about manners.” He runs his nose along the inside of my thigh.
My clit is throbbing, and I desperately need relief, but of course, Kieran isn’t giving me what I want. I swear the asshole takes pleasure in my suffering.
“Please.”
Kieran chuckles darkly, but before I can scream at him to give me a damn orgasm, his mouth is on my pussy, and I instantly forget my own name.
“Oh, god, yes!”
He slowly licks along my core. His tongue is so wet and warm, and when he reaches the apex of my thighs, he quickly flicks the tip over my swollen clit.
My hips jerk as a rush of pleasure shoots through my core.
“So fucking sensitive.”
I’m a writhing mess, so overcome by the feeling of his tongue on my pussy and his hair tickling my thighs that I can only whimper.
