I can barely breathe; I’m shaking with lust. ‘Both.’
His mouth grazes my stomach, tracing lower, tugging at my thong with his teeth as his fingers reach round and unclip the suspender belt. ‘Show me how you did it.’ His head tilts upwards, his breath skimming my flesh as he takes my hand and guides it to where I need it. He slips two fingers inside me and pumps, watching as I work my clit.
‘Good girl.’ His praise sends a fresh hot wave of hunger through my veins. ‘How does it feel?’
‘It’s not enough,’ I admit.
‘Why not?’ He stills his hand.
‘Because what I really need is you.’ Admitting that fact out loud feels way more intimate than touching myself for him.
I don’t want to sound desperate but that’s exactly what I am.
I’ve been touching myself thinking about him for longer than he’ll ever know, and now I have access to him, I want the real deal.
ChapterThirty-Six
CILLIAN
Her openness and honesty are my utter undoing.
She’s like no woman I’ve ever encountered. That’s why I feel safe enough to lower my walls, lose the clipped tone and let her into mine and Phoebe’s life on a permanent basis.
I lick my lips and swipe my tongue through her perfect pussy before rolling it up across her stomach. She tugs me backwards onto the king size bed clawing at my shirt like a wild animal.
My need consumes me, but it’s so much more than just the physical. I need us to be one. I need to be inside her body, her head, and her heart. She’s changed me into one of these fucking fairytale-loving fannies who dreams about forever, because the thought of not doing this for the rest of our lives doesn’t bear thinking about.
We both tear at my shirt, the buttons popping in every direction. She tugs my belt and I undo my trousers until there’s nothing between us. Naked never felt so good. Peppering tiny, teasing kisses across her slender neck and beautiful breasts, I slide between her long shapely legs, inching myself into her heat slowly. She grabs my ass, impatiently yanking me deep into her core, driving my dick home with everything it’s got.
It’s feral. But after years of aimlessly wading through life, it also feels like coming home. We moan and grind and slide, losing ourselves and finding ourselves in each other’s lust-sheened skin.
‘Cillian,’ she murmurs into my mouth.
My breath hitches. I feel like she’s going to say those three little words. The same ones that have been eating me up from the inside since Saturday morning when I woke up in her bed. Since I watched her hold my daughter like she wanted to take away her pain as much as I did. Hell, since she hurtled into my office all those weeks ago and hijacked my heart.
‘I love the way your body fits mine.’ She grinds against me slowly and deliberately to emphasise her point.
She’s challenging me with her ‘I love’ comments. Testing the water to see if we can swim yet, or if my caution is still at risk of drowning us.
I grab her ass with my fingers and dig them into her supple skin. ‘I love the way your thighs tremble when you’re close to the edge.’ They’re vibrating like a musical instrument, one that only I know how to play.
Her lips curve into a smirk that says game on. ‘I love that glassy lustful look you pin me with when you’re about to come.’
‘I love this game we’re playing, but you know my views on love, and lasting, so please, come for me baby, because I’m not going to last another fucking minute buried inside you.’ I slip my hand between our pelvises, caressing her sensitive nub until she clenches and convulses around me.
Her vice-like grip sends me spiralling over the edge into the most decadent oblivion, dragging me under until the two of us are shaking, shuddering, and sniggering.
‘I love how you can make me come and laugh at the same time.’ Looks like the game isn't over yet. I place my cheek on her chest, moving with it as it rises and falls.
‘I love sharing a bed with you.’ I admit. ‘I just wish it could be mine.’
‘One day maybe, you never know,’ she edges, hopefully.
I’d love to tell Phoebe about us so Ava’s presence in our house in the morning wouldn't be unusual. And given Phoebe’s Christmas wish, I think she’d be more than happy with it. ‘I know it’s early days but maybe you could come for a sleepover on Christmas Eve and be there for the present opening as well as the chocolate pancakes? You’d have to sneak into the spare room before she got up, that’s the only thing.’
Ava rocks up, resting her head on her elbow to look at me. ‘But what will Phoebe think?’
‘Well, I’m pretty sure she’ll think she met the real Santa, and that he sprinkled that Christmas magic she was talking about.’
