She shrugged and sat on the edge of his bed. “I’ll be fine.”
Ciar took off his shoes and socks. When he started unbuttoning his jeans, her eyes widened.
“What are you doing?”
She started to stand, so he touched her shoulder to keep her still. “I have three hours before I need to leave. I’m getting comfortable. Slip your clothes off. Let me give you a massage. It’s been a long day.”
“I remember what your massages are like, Ciar. They always ended up with you—” she cut herself off.
“With me what?” He finished pulling his jeans off while he asked. Her gaze dipped to his tight, black briefs that did little to hide how badly he wanted her.
Dragging her eyes up his body, she smirked. “With you inside me. The proof is looking me in the eye.”
He dragged his t-shirt over his head and looked down. “Let me take these off then,” he said, hooking his thumbs in the bandof his briefs and tugging. “It’s really looking at you now.” He was fully erect and leaking precum, so desperate for her, his stomach clenched, and his muscles contracted.
She licked her lips, and little pants of air tripped over the lips of her slightly open mouth. “Let me massage you with my hands, and my mouth, and with this,” Ciar fisted his erection and pumped slowly.
“Maybe we should talk about things first.” She bit her lip, though it was clear her body didn’t want to talk at all.
He didn’t want to talk either. Not about what she wanted to hear, at least. “When I get home. I promised you I would. Give us tonight.”
“You know,” she started, pulling her sweatshirt over her head and dropping it to the floor, giving him a stunning view of her silk-covered breasts and small, rounded belly, “if you don’t keep your word, I’ll leave.”
She cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples through the thin fabric, making him groan at the sight of them puckered and hard.
Reaching behind her back, she unclasped her bra and let it fall. Her heavy breasts and pink areolas had him salivating. When he started to step forward, she stopped him.
“Not yet. You made me watch you strip, and now I’ll return the favor.”
On her feet now, she pulled down her yoga pants, lacy thong and all, and kicked them to the side. When she sat back on the bed, she opened her knees wide, almost making his knees buckle.
He didn’t wait. He stepped between her legs and was about to lift her to move her further on the mattress when she stopped him again.
“Gray,” he growled. “It’s been so long.”
“Just as long for me.” She placed her hands on his rigid thighs, caressing him until her hands were clasping his ass.
“Oh Christ, baby, no,” he begged, as she leaned forward and licked the head and slit of his rigid sex. “I won’t last.” His hips were already short-circuiting, small uncontrollable jerks at the feel of her hot breath and tongue.
“You don’t need to,” she grinned. “I’m sure you’ll recover while returning the favor.”
forty-four
GRAY
Ciar’s roaras he came was as satisfying as if she’d come herself. She let his still semi-erect length slip from her mouth.
“Fuck, Gray. Fuck.”
He bent at the waist and kissed her savagely while lifting her, moving her to the head of the bed, knocking extra pillows out of his way as he went.
“Gray, baby,” his roughened voice cracking, “tasting me in your mouth makes me crazy.”
To prove his point, he devoured her mouth like it was his favorite treat. “Your turn,” he warned, licking and kissing down her neck, across her chest, until he palmed her aching breasts.
“Yes,” she hissed, the sensitive flesh more than ready for him. He spent so long on her nipples, sucking and pinching, that she felt the beginnings of an orgasm from that alone.
As if sensing she was close, he let one of her breasts pop from his mouth and kept journeying lower. His big hands cupped her belly as he placed sweet kisses over the mound. “My son,” he said, lips brushing her skin.
