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“That bad, huh?” He slides his arms around me and claims my lips in the deepest kiss we’ve shared so far. “I’m really making you suffer, huh? Kissing you like this?”
I wrap my legs around his hips, leaning into his kiss before it’s my turn to break away. “I think I deserve a medal.”
“What about me?” he groans. His hand tightens on my hip to hold me flush against him, nibbling the corner of my mouth. “I’m the one who deserves a medal. A trophy, I think.”
“I thought I smelled all right?” I moan when he nips my throat, tilting my head back so he can do it again. “Or is it one of Nancy’s shampoos you have a problem with?”
He nips my throat again. I grind myself on him, his cock hitting me just right between my thighs.
We both groan, and suddenly the game is no longer a game. This just became real.
He slants his head, and his lips fuse with mine. Fisting a hand in my hair, he holds me against him to extend the kiss. I’d tell him not to bother if I weren’t so focused on kissing him back. I’m not going anywhere.
I let my eyelids flutter shut as I slide my palms up his chest and around the back of his shoulders. He works out too. Not to the extent Rune must, but he’s still big, still tall, and having my hands on him is making me want to keep them there.
He drags me closer, nipping my bottom lip.
I gasp. His tongue surges into my mouth and I whimper as I lean into him, craving the rich, wild taste of his kiss.
He has me on the edge of the table before I realize we’ve moved, his lips on my throat and his hand sweeping up my inner right thigh. “I have to touch you, Everleigh. I need to touch you. Let me.”
And he pauses, his fingers brushing the sensitive skin on my inner thigh, for me to tell him yes or no. I part my legs for him, frame his jaw with both hands, and drag his face close for another of those kisses.
Yes.
He groans in my mouth, and then he sweeps aside my dress as his fingers creep up my thigh. Cool air touches me first, and then Cian’s thumb glides down the front of my silk panties.
My breath leaves me in a rush. I push my knees wider apart and feel his lips curve into a smile before he lifts his head to say, “You like my touch, little omega?”
I drag air into my lungs and gasp. “Yes. More.”
“Good,” he whispers. “Then let me make you burn.”
Cian’s lips reclaim mine as he nudges my panties aside.
His kisses are potent, making my core pulse as he caresses me between my thighs. I’m riding his hand, moaning as I thrash on the edge of the table. Slick drips from my core to dampen his fingers.
It’s not enough. I reach for him. Closing my hand around his cock produces the most incredible growl from his chest. I do it again, squeezing slightly as I stroke my palm over him.
He breaks the kiss and stares down at me. His eyes are a green so dark, they almost look black as he grips my wrist with his free hand. “Everleigh…” he groans.
I’m not sure what possesses me to say, “Am I not allowed to make you burn, too?”
He breathes out a sound that’s part laugh, part groan before his lips find mine and he crushes me against him.
I’m melting into the table, a direct result of Cian’s delicious kisses when his fingers delve between my thighs. His touch is firm, confident, and designed to do one thing. And only one thing.
Make me burn.
His thumb teasingly circles my clit as his fingernearlypresses into me.
I arch my back, wrap my arms around his shoulders, and dig my fingers into his back, breaking his kiss to gasp, “Cian!”
I’m not sure he hears the catch in my voice, or if he decides to take mercy on me by giving my clit the attention it’s begging for. Or thatI’mclose to begging for.
It doesn’t take much. I’m already hovering so close to the edge, my hips tilted up, my breath ragged, and Cian’s fingers aredetermined.
My release crashes into me, and I fall with a strangled moan as I cling to Cian with arms, legs, and nails.
