Chapter Fourteen #3
Then he scored her lightly with his teeth, and it felt like the top of her head blew off. She heard someone babbling, promising all sorts of things if he just continued what he was doing, and she wasn’t even embarrassed when she realized the words were coming from her.
She worked open the button and zip on his pants, needing more—more skin, more contact, just more of Kieran however she could get it.
Without removing his mouth from her breast, he lifted his hips to help her as she yanked his pants and boxer briefs down over his hips.
With her prize in sight, she left his clothes crumpled around his thighs and wrapped her hand around his erection.
His head jerked back as he hissed, and she instantly missed the feel of his mouth. Tightening her fingers just enough to make him clench his jaw, she leaned forward to kiss him.
Kissing wasn’t the right words for it, though, not for what they were doing. It was too intense for such a fluffy word. They were trying to consume each other, to merge together and become one person with too many limbs so that they’d never be without each other again.
Kieran yanked her pants and panties down to the tops of her thighs so they were a disheveled matched pair, but it allowed enough access for him to slide two fingers between her legs. They slid easily through her wetness, a light tease of a stroke that made her nip at his lip in retaliation.
His rough chuckle was muffled, but she still felt the glow of it.
Charlie was pretty sure she’d never get tired of making Kieran happy.
His fingers disappeared, and she groaned her disappointment.
When they were replaced by something bigger, something hot and hard at her entrance, that sound turned into a moan of encouragement instead.
Apparently, his Charlie-moan translator software wasn’t fully updated, since he paused.
“This okay?” He held her gaze intently. “I don’t have condoms on me, but I haven’t had sex for years, and we’re required to be tested for STIs regularly for work.
If you’re not on birth control, though, or want to wait until after you see my last test results or just don’t want to do this now or—”
She kissed him—short and hard and sweet—to stop the flow of words.
It was disconcerting—and incredibly endearing—to hear Kieran actually babble, but she was too desperate for him to awe over it now.
In fact, she could barely get coherent words to form, but she knew from his intent look that he wasn’t progressing anything until she answered him in actual words.
“Yes,” she managed to get out. “I have an implant. I want this. With you. Now. Please.” She broke off as he pushed inside her, her ability to speak lost to pleasure once again.
He held her on top of him, controlling her descent.
The restriction of her pants around her thighs kept her legs together, slowing the process to an erotic crawl that made her want to scream with impatience and, at the same time, with pleasure.
She felt every tiny slide and twitch of his erection as Kieran slowly entered her, and she was so sensitive that it felt like every inch of her skin was buzzing.
Charlie gripped his biceps, clinging on tightly, using him as her anchor to keep her grounded as she felt things she’d never experienced before.
She kept kissing him because she had to—there was no other option. She’d been in awe of his desperation for her, but now it felt as if she was just as frantic as he was. The power of the moment was shared equally between them, and leaving herself open was the scariest thing she’d ever done.
Once he was all the way inside her, he paused, his fingers digging into her hips. Reluctantly, she lifted her lips from his so she could meet his eyes, needing to know that he was just as invested in this moment as she was. When their gazes connected, she sucked in a breath.
His surly mask was gone, stripped away, leaving him so raw and vulnerable and open that it almost hurt to meet his eyes—but there was no way Charlie was looking away.
She knew he could see everything—her desperate need for him and how terrifying she found that—just as she could see his.
They were locked together in both their bodies and their gazes, and it was so much bigger and more overwhelming than she’d ever expected.
She clung to his arms as her body clenched around him, and his eyes snapped shut, breaking their gaze as his head tilted back.
His groan of pleasure vibrated through her and her own eyes slid shut reluctantly, even though she wanted to continue watching him.
She couldn’t imagine ever getting tired of looking at him, but he started to move, and pleasure stole away every other thought.
Digging his fingers into her hips, he shifted her up and down, the burn from the almost-unbearable stretch just adding to her pleasure.
He controlled the movement, and she was shocked that she was okay with that—more than okay.
She loved just letting him move her, so that all she had to concentrate on was feeling.
And that was enough.
Too soon—but not nearly soon enough—he sped up their movements, lifting her and then yanking her back down, his hips rising so he could drive that extra inch into her. All the pleasure building inside her grew until she knew she needed to either come or explode.
She decided on coming.
As she tipped over into ecstasy, she felt her body clamp down on Kieran, and his movements grew frenzied.
His grip on her hips would’ve hurt if she were feeling anything except pleasure at the moment, and he slammed into her one last time before holding them together, his back arched off the seat.
“Charlie!” His voice was guttural, almost panicked, and she clutched him tighter, despite her sated languor.
“I’m here,” she murmured, which she realized was rather a ridiculous thing to say, since obviously she was here, since he was literally inside her at this very moment.
It seemed to be the right thing, however, since he opened his eyes and smiled at her, his heavy-lidded gaze full of contentment and affection and other things she was a little too raw to think about too hard, so she didn’t.
He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight.
She let herself sink to his chest and just float, knowing he’d keep her safe.
***
Too soon, the rest of the world came rushing back.
Without lifting her head, she groaned into his chest. His arms squeezed around her, which felt nice until they got a little too tight, and she couldn’t breathe.
At her squeak of protest, he released her with a grumble that vibrated against her cheek, making her smile.
Everything—her mom, the necklace, their ever-shrinking deadline—came rushing back, and she groaned as she sat up—or tried to, at least. Her pants around her thighs hobbled her, and she dropped back onto his chest with a laugh. “A little help?”
He scowled, but she was pretty confident his current crankiness was due to the fact that fulfilling her request would mean they wouldn’t be plastered together anymore.
It was kind of sweet, really, that he was grumpy about the interruption of their snuggling.
Despite his frown, he reluctantly returned both of them to a fully cleaned up and clothed condition before raising the seat with her still straddling him.
Charlie discovered she was just as reluctant to leave his lap as he was to let her go, but the beep of her phone made her huff out a breath and shift off him.
Before she could fully dismount, however, he caught her hips.
She froze, the feeling of his fingers pressing into the tender spots he’d formed making her want him all over again.
“Kiss me first.” His bossy voice made her shiver in a very nice, not-at-all cold way.
A smile curled her mouth as she obeyed.