Chapter Fifteen #2
Their gazes locked, he reached behind his head, grabbed a handful of shirt, and yanked it over his head.
Outside of a magazine, she’d never seen a man as muscular as Kieran.
Maybe not even in a magazine. His chest was broad, his abs corrugated steel.
Not muscle-bound but sleek. Then she caught the reflection of his back in the mirror.
“Your poor back.” Long red marks ran up and down the entire length. With everything else going on, it was easy to forget he’d been hurt.
“It’s fine. It’s healing well.”
Considering it hadn’t been that long since the accident, the damaged flesh was looking surprisingly good. Maybe his shirt had protected him better than she’d believed. Whatever the reason, she was grateful. She didn’t like the idea of him being in pain.
It obviously wasn’t a problem for him, as he’d already opened the snap of his pants. She licked her lips in anticipation. A deep groan reverberated in his chest. She glanced down, noting the huge bulge outlined beneath his jeans.
“Georgia?” He was asking permission. The smart thing would be to send him away, to stop this before it went further.
But whether they made love again or not, it wouldn’t change anything.
She’d still hurt when he’d left. For all her talk of one-night stands—of being an adult—she’d let her heart get involved.
Kieran wasn’t the easiest man in the world to love.
The recognition hit her like a blast of cold water to the face.
She’d been lying to herself, pretending she cared for him, but it went far deeper.
The love was staring her in the face. All the while she’d been with David, she’d believed herself to be in love.
She understood now that she’d been more in love with the idea than with him.
Kieran was different. He really would break her heart.
Taking her silence for rejection, he reached down to grab his shirt.
Her heart clenched at the idea of him leaving.
She could try to protect her emotions—and it was far too late for that—or she could accept each moment they were together as a gift.
Bravery was no problem when it came to the dream of her bakery.
When it came to personal relationships, it was much harder.
Taking a deep breath and praying she was doing the right thing, she pushed back the shower curtain and held out her hand.
…
The disappointment was crushing. This was why Kieran had protected his emotions.
If he had no expectations, no one could hurt him.
He’d never retreated from a confrontation in his life.
For the first time, he wanted to run, to lick his wounds in private.
What had he been thinking? Georgia’s time in this world was ticking down. Any second could be her last.
A roar rose up inside him—a deadly hurricane and tsunami rolled into one.
But the storm calmed in a heartbeat the second she shoved aside the shower curtain and offered her hand.
The power she held over him was undeniable.
This human woman epitomized courage. He doubted she’d see herself that way, but emotional bravery was rare.
It was a gift, one he didn’t deserve, but one he was taking. He couldn’t change her fate—no matter what his brothers believed—but he could make what time she had left the best it could be. And he could create memories to get him through the empty eternity that awaited him.
He kicked off his boots and peeled off his jeans and underwear with more speed than finesse. He needed to touch her. Her tears had struck him like a blow to the gut. It wasn’t that she didn’t have anything to cry about, but he was all too aware of being part of the cause.
He wrapped his fingers around hers, letting her pull him into the shower. It was a cramped fit, but that worked to his advantage. It was impossible to tell if the droplets on her face were water or tears. Leaning down, he licked her cheek, tasting both.
When she slid her hands up his chest and around his neck and tipped her head back, everything in his world stabilized.
This was where he was meant to be. He lowered his head, meeting her as she rose up on her toes.
The kiss was soft, gentle, and poignant, as if they both sensed the fragility of the moment.
Her lips were sweet as honey. He dragged his tongue over them, savoring the taste.
With his preternatural senses locked down, he had to rely on the normal ones every human possessed.
Maybe it was the moment, most likely it was the woman, but for whatever reason, they seemed heightened.
He went back again and again, unable to get enough.
She pulled away, her breasts swaying with each heavy breath. He ran his thumbs over the engorged tips. A sensual moan escaped her lips as she pushed herself more fully into his touch.
Without warning, she went down on her knees and nuzzled his cock. “Georgia,” he croaked, barely able to breathe, let alone speak. She shook her head and wrapped her hands around his erection.
“You’re so hot and hard.” Lowering her head, she dragged her tongue around the flared head, flicking the tip over the slit at the top.
His legs began to tremble. When she opened her mouth and took him in, he slapped one hand against the tiles for stability and tangled the other in her hair.
He didn’t pull her closer or push her away, just allowed her to set the pace.
He’d come to comfort her, but she was the one giving him ease.
Her generosity, her kindness, lashed him like a whip.
Something inside him cracked. Pain and pleasure mingled until there was no way to separate them.
Something dark and dangerous started to rise within him.
He fought it back down to the depths. He would allow nothing to intrude on his time with Georgia.
She sucked the head of his cock before sliding partway down his length and back up again.
With one hand, she squeezed the base, the other she used to fondle his balls.
It was pure ecstasy. It was exquisite torment.
He never wanted it to end, but he was already skating the edge. He wanted her too much.
Faster than she could blink, he pulled her to her feet, pushed her back against the wall, and went to his knees before her, reversing their positions.
Her grip on his hair was painful, and he reveled in the possessive gesture.
Carefully lifting one leg, he eased it over his shoulder, opening her wide.
The scent of her arousal had his cock bobbing with delight.
Inhaling deeply, he let it sink into his bones.
Mine! The primal roar echoed inside him. He tried to shake it off, but the knowledge sank into every fiber of his being.
Throwing himself into pleasuring her, he licked at the folds of her sex and sucked on her clit, drinking in her cries for more. She was hot and wet and needy, and it was all for him. Greedily, he drank her essence and demanded more.
“Kier.” Her breathless cry raised the fine hairs on his body. His skin was pulled too tight over his frame. His dick was hard as a spike.
She was trembling in his arms, poised on the edge.
“Let go, Georgia. Come for me.” He sucked her clit hard, driving her over.
It wasn’t enough. Half mad with wanting her, he surged to his feet, yanked her into his arms, and carried her to the bedroom.
He dropped her onto the bed and covered her in one motion, uncaring that they were both soaking wet.
Without thought, he drove his cock into her waiting warmth until he was seated to the hilt.
Georgia gasped and clutched at his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.
Rather than abating, the hunger grew. Blood pounding, muscles coiled and ready, his lungs pumping like bellows, he stared down at her beloved face. Her eyes were closed, her lips slack. “Georgia?” Her lids fluttered open, and she bucked her hips against him.
Released from his self-imposed prison, he thrust. There was no finesse, only a driving need, a yearning that only she could sate.
He fucked her hard and deep, reveling in the pulses of her sex and the clutch of her hands.
Shoving a hand under her ass, he angled her so his pelvis ground against her clit each time he drove into her, determine to make her come.
“Again,” he told her. “Come for me again.” He craved it like a starving man did food.
When the telltale spasms gripped his dick, he thrust once more. Head thrown back, he yelled her name and let go, pouring all he was into her. It seemed endless, but it was over far too soon. All his strength drained, he collapsed on top of her.