"I know but I have a plan," I say to him.
Henry nods at my statement, and I climb into my car because the only thing I can think of now is slipping into the bed with Mia.
twenty
Mia
I woke up this morning feeling hot and sweaty. My hair is smashed against my face, and I can feel drool on my cheek. When I try to roll out of bed, something hard is around my waist, keeping me from moving. I look down and see a thick, muscular arm wrapped around me. When I glance over my shoulder, I see Kieran looking peaceful in his sleep. The only thing that gives me any insight to how last night went is how he’s holding me as if I might run away or he needs to ground himself.
I must've been really tired because I never heard Kieran come in last night. I mean, when he's awake he's gorgeous, but seeing him in such a peaceful state—unguarded—is even sexier.
Gripping his arm, I try to peel it off of me, but Kieran just tightens even more. "Kieran," I whisper-yell, but he doesn't let up, instead, he pulls me into him even more.
"Kieran," I try again, yelling his name even louder this time, but nothing.
A wicked thought runs through my head making me wonder if it will work, or if he'll just get mad. Kieran can be hard to read or know how he's going to react, but I know he won't hurt me. Since the day I've met him, he's only ever tried to make me feel safe, and he's doubled down on the message since he forced me to marry him.
Using my thumb and pointer, I try to grab a bit of skin and pinch real hard. Kieran doesn't even flinch.Does this man have any working nerves? I know my pinch hurts, it's the same one my sister and I would use on Ella.
Releasing his skin, I roll over onto my other side, so that I'm facing Kieran, who is just in his boxers. My heart comes to a completestop when I see how much of his skin is exposed.
I can’t help but drop my gaze and take him in. Kieran’s chest is immaculately sculpted, dusted with the perfect amount of hair. It’s obvious that he works out. My fingers twitch with the need to rub them down the front of him. To feel him.
All of him.
His torso is decorated with tattoos, and a few scars that do nothing to deter how gorgeous he is. I zero in on one tattoo in particular—a phoenix that takes up half his ribs.
My pulse starts to pick up the longer I stare at him.Fuck, how did I fall in this trap?
From the moment I saw his damn regal face with his full pouty lips, high cheek bones and perfect nose, I just knew he would be fucking sexy underneath his clothes, now I’m in trouble.
Trying to push my thoughts away from how gorgeous his face is or that he'swonderfully built. His broad, muscular shoulder, that is helping to hold me hostage, is right in view, so I do what any sane person would do—I open my mouth and bite down on his shoulder as hard as I can.
"If you're trying to turn me on, wife, you're doing a great job," he says, his voice a little rough.
I can't help but roll my eyes at his words as I let go of his shoulder, but he doesn't let go of me. I try prying his arm off of me before begging, "I have to pee, Kieran. Let go."
Kieran reluctantly let's go of me, and I jump out of bed running to the bathroom. It only takes me a few minutes before I'm waltzing back into the room, but I freeze when I see Kieran sitting up in bed. In this position I can see more of his very built body, and it doesn’t hurt that he has a very defined stomach.
Licking my lips, I can't help but stare at his beautiful body. When I rake my gaze down him, my eyes go instantly to theoutline of his cock. Oh fuck. I take a gulp. It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve seen his cock, I’m always surprised by how big it is.
"You like what you see?" he asks and I can hear the amusement in his voice.
I roll my eyes at him as I crawl back into the bed. Kieran's arms wrap around me the moment my knees hit the mattress, dragging me into him. "You know we still have about an hour before my parents get here for breakfast," he whispers in my ear.
"I'm going to meet your parents?" I whisper, but forget all about it when Kieran's hands rub down my front, making sure to touch my already pebbled nipples.
Arching my back, I press my breasts into his hands, loving the way he makes me feel just by a single touch. Every other man I've ever been with has never made me feel so worshiped, or so sexy. I don't even realize I've closed my eyes until Kieran's deep voice washes over me, "Eyes on me, wife."
They pop open when he spins me around and I realize I'm facing the mirror.
He mutters against my neck, "There you go. I want you to see exactly what I'm doing to you, how much you like it."
My head is complete mush, so there is nothing to say as he pushes my hair out of the way, exposing more of my neck before kissing down it. I don't stop watching, but the view gives me the confidence to grab the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head.
Kieran's eyes become even more hooded when I expose my top half to him.
He doesn’t pause, not even for a moment before going straight to my breasts, kneading them as he continues to kiss my neck and down my shoulder. I watch the two of us in the mirror—Kieran’s large, dangerous hands slide down my spine as he kisses down my body, his face a mask of concentration to make sure that I feel good.
