Okay. That’s nice for that guy. But what about Lily?“And how doesshefeel about it? Is she okay? Can I talk to her?”
Alessandro chuckles at all of my questions, and Kerry’s hand on my thigh tightens a bit. I glance over at him, and he takes a deep breath, as if suggesting I should do so, too.
I take a deep breath, a bit begrudgingly, but I do. Kerry gives a gentle squeeze on my thigh in approval.
“I will arrange a call between the two of you. The time zones are different, so that must be taken into consideration, but she is not being held captive. She is simply protected, there is a big difference. From what I understand, she is upset and scared, but far happier with her grandfather than with her father, understandably.”
The thought of calling Lily makes my heart tighten. “I would like that, a lot.”
Alessandro nods. “I think she would, too. It would go a long way for her to see we are on the same side as you and to have your friendship as a comfort.”
Kerry takes in a deep breath. “Then we’ll make it happen.” He gives my thigh another squeeze as he looks at Alessandro. “ShallI show you to a bedroom for you to stay here tonight? Or will you be leaving us so soon?”
“A room would be nice, yes. But I will be…how is it the Americans say it? Out of your hair? By first light.Graziefor your kindness.” Alessandro rises, and we rise with him.
A brief goodnight is said, and Kerry shows him to a guest room, before we make our way to the master suite down the hall. My movements feel sluggish as I get ready for bed. It’s actually night now, but my jet lag still is still clinging to my brain, so it feels like I just stayed up really late.
Kerry’s sharpened gaze is on me as I brush my teeth. I glance over at him, and he smiles. It’s real. Genuine. As if he’s simply enjoying the sights of me in his bathroom, getting ready for bed, the domesticity of it.
I use the toilet room to change into my pajamas. Kerry’s eyes follow me, but he doesn’t protest when I close the door. Despite him already having his face between my thighs, I’m not bold enough to just…drop my pants and get changed in front of him. My tired brain can’t fathom having him watch me in my nakedness, even though my body doesn’t seem to mind. I feel heat pooling in my lower stomach just at the thought of it.
Kerry’s not in the bathroom anymore when I come out of it. I hold my clothes in a bundle in my arms as I creep out into the bedroom. He’s already sitting on the edge of the bed, large shoulders bare in the moonlight shining in through the window. It looks like he was in the middle of getting changed, but paused to sit down for a moment. The smooth expanse of his skin makes the air rush out of my lungs.
I can’t help but just stare for a moment. He looks like he belongs in one of the striking paintings that adorn his bedroom like this, quiet and still. He’s beautiful.
“Are you going to stand there and drool over me all night, sweet leannán? Or are you going to come to bed andfeelinstead of just looking?”
14
Kerry
Ican feel her eyes on me, marking me as her own. I don’t move a muscle, not wanting to ruin her fun. I hear soft footfalls, bare feet on the wood floors, the bed shifting behind me. I focus on controlling my breath, since it’s already wanting to pick up pace at the knowledge she’s approaching.
Soft hands ghost over my skin, as if they’re scared to actually fully touch. It alights all of my senses, making everywhere tingle that she glides her fingers against. My shoulders flex under her touch, a soft sigh leaves my lips. Her touch is like drinking the sweetest water after wandering in the desert foryears. YearsI’ve been yearning for her, but unable to have her. But now she’s touching me with such tenderness that I almost can’t fathom.
My eyes roll back into my head when I feel her lips on my skin. Heat floods my body, the blood flowing straight down to my dick, bringing it to life. “You’re so beautiful,” she mutters, and I inhale sharply. How could she think thatI’mthe beautiful one when she looks like an angel?
Her hands still, breaking me out of the spell she’s put me under. I turn around on the edge of the bed to look at her. She smiles, meekness in her eyes, reminding me of the quiet girl she was when we first met. I shift until I’m resting againstthe headboard. “You’re acting shy again.” I keep my voice soft, gentle, not wanting to accidentally guilt her.
Her eyelashes flutter every so slightly, as if her mind is trying to process my proximity to her. “All this time…you’ve never wondered if you should find someone else?” Her voice is hushed, and there’s a shine of vulnerability in her eyes.
I pull her closer, dragging her onto my lap with a haste of a man desperate to let the beast of his loving obsession out of its cage.She still doesn’t know. Doesn’t understand. I have to make sure she does.“Never. Not once. I’d already found the best. And I don’t settle for anything less than that, leannán.”
She rests her hands on my chest, and I feel my cock thickening more in my trousers as she hovers over me on the bed, refusing to put her weight down on my lap. “You promise you’ll tell me if I do something weird or that you don’t like?” She whispers, and I want to rip apart anyone who made her feel this way.
“Yes, love. I promise.” I kiss her forehead. “I’ll be sure to be purposeful about communicating, in the bedroom and outside of it.”
There’s a pain in her eyes, like she’s desperate to believe me. Sheneedsto feel safe after a life of feeling like she’s always on the brink of doing something wrong with people. It makes sense that it’d apply to something as vulnerable as sex, too.
I cup her cheek, my other hand snaking around her waist, tugging her closer until her body is flush with mine. She gasps when she feels my cock pressing against her thigh. “I just…don’t want to disappoint you when you’ve been thinking about this for so long.”
I scoff. “You could never do that, because it’s never been just lust, leannán. It’s been aboutyou.Not what I can take from you. If anything, it’s been about what I cangiveyou. Do you understand?”
She chews on her bottom lip, and I can’t resist the temptation to stop the gesture by bringing her lip into my mouth, nipping at it for her. The soft sound she emits has my cock lengthening the rest of the way, addicted to her pleasure, to her taste, to the feel of her in my arms.
My dick twitches hard when I feel a hand grasp at it through my trousers. A throaty groan leaves my lips as I realize she’s touching me. My Amy istouchingme. A single stroke of her hand is enough to make pre-cum leak, soaking into my briefs. Fecking hell, she’s got me like a horny teenager all over again, ready to come in my pants just from a kiss and a little rub.
I seize her lips with my own, trying to show her just how much she means to me, how beautiful she is with just my touch, since my words seem inadequate to convince her. I roll her over, settling on top of her with a controlled shift of my muscles. My lips find their way down her jaw, spurred on by her little gasps and breathy sounds of pleasure as I kiss her neck.
