He wished there wasn’t a wall between them. The thought slammed into Kieran, an unexpected realization that he didn’t know what to do with.
It was just sex, this thing they were doing. No strings attached. A business transaction, nothing more.
So why did he want Sammie here, in his bed, in his arms, once the sex was over?
Sammie thought she heard something, the whisper of a voice on the other side of that wall. It sent a sharp wave of pleasure through her. The pressure on her clit was nearly too much; the delay of her orgasm as she slowed her rhythm, lightly trailing her fingers along her entrance, had tears stinging her eyes.
She was drawing it all out, waiting for something she didn’t understand. Wishing she wasn’t alone in this room, wishing it wasn’t her hands teasing her most sensitive places.
A light moan finally escaped her as she pushed her fingers back into her soaked cunt. Her other hand slid down, rubbing circles over her clit. Sammie choked on a ragged breath as an orgasm shook through her, her toes curling in her socks, her head falling back against the wall again as her lips parted on a silent sob. She kept up the motions of her fingers as tremors rocked her, until it all became too much, until her legs nearly shook and her cheeks were wet.
Sammie focused on her breathing, letting her mind empty of everything except how she felt, the pleasure still slipping through her veins, tickling under her skin. Her heart beat loudly, a constantthump, thump, thumpthat tethered her to her body.
She had come picturing Kieran beneath her. His hands, his body giving her the pleasure she’d been chasing. Her feelings were muddied, her emotions a whirlpool of desire and confusion.
But one thingwasclear. Sammie was gone, so goddamn far gone for him.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
“FAVORITE MOVIE?”
Sammie turned toward Kieran from the passenger seat. The windows of his truck were down, the warm morning breeze sending her hair flying wildly about her face.
“Huh?”
Kieran chuckled. “I want to know what your favorite movie is.”
Sammie thought for a moment. They hadn’t spoken much since saying goodbye to Kieran’s parents and hitting the highway back to the city. An awkwardness had permeated the morning, a gentle, balmy breeze wrapping around Sammie. The knowledge of what they had done the night before on either side of the bedroom wall was a persistent presence in her mind, a slow motion film playing on repeat. It had felt more illicit than what they had already done together. More collaborative as well, despite the fact they had each recorded their portions of the video separately. Kieran would edit them together after practice, or so he’d told her, their voices hushed as they’d loaded their overnight bags into his truck.
Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to dwell on memories of fingering herself while trapped in the small cab together.
“The Fifth Element,” she finally responded. Kieran’s brows raised, even as he kept his eyes on the road.
“Huh.”
Sammie frowned. “What’s wrong with it?”
Another chuckle from Kieran. “Nothing. I would never have guessed it, but now that I know, that definitely feels like ayoumovie.”
Sammie grinned. “Bruce Willis and Mila Jovovich were my bi awakening.”
That pulled a full laugh from him. “Okay, favorite musician?”
“Wait.” Sammie twisted in her seat to face him better. Kieran was wearing sunglasses, obscuring his eyes, and Sammie decided she hated sunglasses. “If we’re doing twenty questions then we have to play by the rules. It’s my turn to ask.”
“Okay, shoot.” The amused grin that split his face had Sammie’s heart bouncing around in her chest.
“Well,” she said slowly, thinking. “What’syourfavorite movie?”
Kieran fell quiet, lips pressed into a line.
“Oh, come on.” Sammie reached out and pushed his arm. “I told you mine.”
“You’ll laugh.”
“I promise I won’t!”
Another long pause. Sammie watched him, taking in the strong line of his nose, his high cheekbones, that full bottom lip that he sometimes bit down on when he was thinking hard. The way the morning light brought out the golds and reds in his short beard.
