Chapter 6
6
Taylor
I lay beside Ciaron, resting my hand on his chest. Our breathing had normalised. But I still felt warm to my very core after the hottest sex I’d ever had.
It wasn’t just about the physical with Ciaron. It was about the way he saw me and understood me. The way he paid attention to me. I’d met him less that twenty-four hours ago and yet I trusted him. I felt it within my bones that this man wouldn’t break me. I wanted him to feel the same way about me. My trauma was nothing like his. It was miniscule in comparison. But I was willing to share his to help him see a world that was whole.
“What’s on the agenda today?” I asked.
He faced me and grinned. “Apart from showing you a good time?”
“Yes, apart from that.”
His fingers rubbed circles on my shoulders. “I want to make this engagement official.”
He was still talking about that? It sounded stupid, but a part of me hoped he was serious. A big part. “And how do you plan to do that?”
“By taking you to one of my favourite places.”
“Where would that be?”
“You’ll find out when we get there.”
I raised my eyes to his. “Really? You’re not going to divulge this secret to your betrothed?”
He shook his head. “Let’s go shower. The sooner we get out of here, the sooner you will see. It’s a long drive back to Dublin.”
“Let’s go shower? As in together?” I’d never showered with a man before.
“It will be quicker.” And there went that killer grin of his again. I doubted any woman would have been able to resist it.
I peeled myself away from him and headed towards the shower. I turned when I got to the ensuite. Ciaron was sitting up, watching my every move. Goosebumps erupted om my skin.
“Hurry up, Irish Boy. I want to see this surprise.”
Ciaron swung his legs out of bed. My gaze strayed to his dick. It was standing at half-mast. How he could get it up again so quick after our hot sex session was beyond me. I shook my head and made my way to the shower. I couldn’t stand there and stare at him all day. We had places to be. I turned on the water.
“Impatient, I see,” Ciaron said from behind me. “I’ll have to remember that.”
He followed me into the shower and wrapped his arms around me from behind. He kissed my shoulder and then moved my hair away so he could lick and nuzzle my neck.
“What do you want more, my dick or going to my favourite place?” he whispered in my ear.
A shudder ran through me. “Both.” I smiled over my shoulder. “Your dick takes me to my new favourite place.”
He chuckled before he spun me around and his lips crashed into mine. I parted my lips, inviting his to open for me. Water cascaded over our heads and trickled over our mouths. There was no way to break our seal as our tongues had their very own sex party.
His hard dick pressed into my stomach. I reached between us and took hold of it, stroking up and down his whole length, slow and firm. He groaned into my mouth as our kiss lost its rhythm. Heat shot through me knowing I was the one responsible. My hand got faster. His lips stopped completely, and his breaths were ragged.
“Fuck,” he rasped.
Ciaron’s legs stiffened against mine. My hand pumped faster. He sucked a breath in. His body jerked. Then his dick jerked. And he emptied himself all over my hand while letting out a low growl.
I slowed my hand to a stop. He covered my lips with his briefly, his teeth pulling on my bottom lip as he took a step back.
“I’ve found a new favourite place,” he said.
I raised my eyebrows.
“Any place with you.”