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"You're so good at this, Kieran. Eating my pussy like a good boy." I suck in a sharp breath. His grip around my thighs tightens, and he pulls me harder against his face, devouring me.

Before I know it, all the delicious pleasure in my lower belly is fighting to explode, and so is he.

"Fuck, Kieran," I grit out, my voice hoarse, and keep stroking him. My free hand flies behind me, tangling in his hair as I ride his face to my release. "Almost there."

He moans against my pussy, his cock twitches, and then his cum spills all over my hand and his abs.

"Fuck." I'm not far behind.

I keep stroking him, fighting to remain upright. My legs tremble and the corners of my vision turn black as his tongue fucks me through each shiver.

"Holy fuck," I groan and let go of his cock. Moving feels like wading through syrup, breathing the suddenly thick air a monumental task.

With heavy limbs I climb off him and fall onto the bed, not caring that my sheets are about to get really dirty.

"You're killing me, Brooke," Kieran whispers with a blissful grin and eyes sparkling with happiness.

"I sure hope I'm not." I poke his cheek. His chin glistens with my pleasure, and his tongue flicks out to run over his lips for another taste. "Because we need to do that again. Maybe a lot."

"Is it Christmas already?" He grins and turns to me, his hand dancing over my hip. "Anytime you want, Sweetheart."

Chapter 33

Kieran

I wake up with my nose in Brooke's hair. She's flat on her back, while I have my face buried in the crook of her neck, an arm around her middle, and I never want to get up from this position.

"Morning," Brooke whispers, her voice thick with sleep. The cutest thing I’ve ever heard.

"Morning." I press a kiss to her skin and lift my head so she can free her arm. "Did you sleep well?"

"Never better."

I grin and stare at her sapphire-green eyes, still full of sleep. Counting the freckles on her nose. I make it to sixteen until she threads her fingers through my hair and quietly demands my attention.

"Are we going to talk about this?" Worry dances in her gaze.

“About what, exactly?” As hard as I’m thinking about it, my brain is coming up with nothing she’d need to be worrying about. “The best orgasm I ever had?”

She shakes her head. "I can be … intense.”

Ah.

"I love your kind of intense," I whisper, letting my fingers dance down her arm to her hand, softly resting on her wrist as I pull her palm closer and press a kiss into it.

"Are you sure?” The most adorable wrinkle forms between her eyebrows. “I've been told I'm too bossy before."

I raise my eyebrow. Whoever said it must have been a fool. "Good thing I enjoy being bossed around by you then.”

"Be serious, Kieran." She pulls her hand out of my grasp.

"I am serious.” This time I don’t let her back away and pull her on top of me. “The only thing I haven’t liked since I walked through your door yesterday evening is you second-guessing yourself right now.”

“Are you sure?” She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Yes.” She searches my face. Good thing I could talk about what I adore about her all day long. “I love how communicative you are. And somewhere deep inside, I even love how you don't let me get out of difficult conversations." I put my hand on the small of her back and draw circles on her skin with my thumb. "It's nice to not have to pretend with you."

"In fact, I will be pissed if you pretend with me." Brooke pokes my cheek. Then her finger trails to the side of my head until she can twirl a strand of my hair around her finger.