Ida Jane let Maxim tow her away, but she asked, “How do you know about my presentation? Were you snooping through my emails again? Maxim, that’s too far. You can’t just…”
Her voice trailed away as they walked up the stairs, no doubt to collect her bags.
I swung Keelie back into my arms, bracing one forearm along her spine. I rained kisses along her jaw. “Damn, being away from you is hard,” I murmured.
“But I like you coming back.”
Her hips shifted, restless, as her hands gripped my shirt. She tipped her head back, giving me access to her throat.
“I missed you, too,” she moaned as I slid my tongue along the sensitive skin. When I pulled back, her face beamed with happiness that made my heart ache. “I want to show you how much.”
“You don’t have to—”
She rose to her toes and wound her arms around my neck. Her lips brushed mine, featherlight and unsatisfying. My fingers flexed against the taut skin of her hips and sweet ass.
“I want to. I want you,” she murmured against my lips. “Make me yours.”
Chapter46
Keelie
Cormac’s eyes flared so hot my skin tingled, and I liked that feeling.
“You already are mine, but yes, baby. I’ll fuck you so good; you’ll have no doubts who you belong to. WhoIbelong to.”
He swept me into his arms, the thick, steely muscles carrying me with ease. I ran my palms up and down his pecs, around his neck, and into his hair as I peppered his chin, cheeks, and lips with kisses.
He groaned as we hit the stairs, the sound resonating from deep in his chest. “Keelie, this craving for you—”
“It’s all-consuming.”
“Huge.”
“So don’t wait any longer. I want you, too.” I blushed harder than ever, still unable to say aloud that I wanted Cormac to fuck me. Those weren’t words I said because I worried I wouldn’t be able to censor myself with the kids if I started. Still, I loved the naughty shiver and pulse of heat I felt each time Cormac talked dirty.
Instead of setting me on my feet next to the bed, he bent, depositing me on the mattress, the coolness of the comforter too much against my heated skin. I arched upward, away from the chill just as Cormac brought his large, aroused body down over mine.
“Yes. That’s perfect. Show me how much you want me.”
I wrapped my legs around his waist, cradling his large erection right where I needed it—in the V of my splayed thighs. He tilted his hips, pressing tighter against me, the friction causing my pulse to race and my hips to roll.
“Keelie.” He drew out the word. “You feel so good. So warm and welcoming. Perfect.”
I forced my eyes open and met his hungry stare. The way Cormac spoke to me, knowing that only I heard those words from his lips, made the moment more intimate. I kissed him, slipping my tongue into his mouth, trying to make him as crazed with passion as he made me.
Our tongues tangled and joined, the dance more sinuous than our bodies sliding against one another.
I broke away, gasping. Cormac removed my top and bra with an easy flick of his wrist. His hands moved over my breasts, thumb and forefingers tugging and twisting my nipples, which caused my hips to follow the same pattern as I cried out. Need bubbled up hotter, more pressing. Cormac kissed my neck, shoulder, and upper chest before his lips closed around my pebbled bud. I clasped his head to my chest, breath sawing from my lungs in an unintelligible cry as he suckled and nibbled, licked, and teased my sensitive flesh.
“More,” I moaned.
He switched to the other breast, bathing it with the same attention. My panties were soaked. My hips thrust against his, and I scored his back, my nails catching on the cotton of his dress shirt.
“T-too many clothes,” I gasped.
Each tug of his lips, each swirl of his tongue slammed into the needy ball in my core. He rose, his hips slipping away from mine. I cried out, frustrated at the loss of heat and friction. He tugged off my pants and panties, his lips still on my breast. I tried to unbutton his shirt but gave up, not wanting to disturb his work. I slid my hands down his sides and found his belt, which I undid with clumsy fingers. Leaving it hanging, I undid the button and slid down his zipper to cup his hot, hard cock.
He growled, nipping at the underside of my breast. “Keep doing that, and I won’t make it inside you.”
