I turned feral, recognizing the sound of a man teetering on the edge, willing to do anything to push him over.
Nipping his sensitive skin, I pulled it even deeper, growling against his flesh. His back arched, and I ground my middle against his hot, rigid cock.
“OhGod,” he groaned. His entire body spasmed and then went stiff as his dick pulsed between us.
“That’s it.” I encouraged him as a wet spot soaked through his sweats. “Fall over the edge, baby doll. I’ll catch you.”
CHAPTER
SEVEN
Haz
I’m going to die of embarrassment.
That was if I could do anything other than surrender to the whole-body orgasm Kieran coaxed out of me with those sinful lips and scratchy-but-soft scruff. Seriously, the pleasure just went on and on.And on.
When I thought I couldn’t possibly feel more, his hand wrapped around me. It didn’t even matter that it was through my clothes. The heat of his palm, the whisper of breath over the damp skin on my neck, and the way he tuggedjust rightsent another electric zing right through me and had my cock practically gushing all over again.
It was the best, most intense orgasm I’d ever had.
I wasn’t sure what that said about me and my past experiences with sex if my new personal best was me fully clothed, sucking a man’s thumb, and dry-humping him until I literally exploded.
Completely wrung out, I sagged against the wall. “This is so embarrassing.”
He said nothing, not even one of those grunts he seemed so fond of, though the intensity of his attention never went away. His steadfast attention made my already feverish skin burn brighter, my mortification ratcheting up another ten notches. Unnerved by his silence, I peeked through narrowed lashes, wondering if I should just run out of here in the borrowed, too-big, and now spunk-filled sweats. Except for his reddened lips, his face was smooth and gave away nothing. I huffed at his composure, feeling like I was playing a guessing game.
One thick, dark brow over his relentless blue stare arched. “Care to explain why you’re embarrassed?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” I mumbled.
“I’d prefer for you to use your words and make it clear.”
I scoffed. “This from someone who stares instead of speaks.”
I swear the corners of his kisstastic lips twitched, and that barely-there smile sent a storm of butterflies whirling through my middle.
“Because you kissed me and I came in my pants,” I admitted, the fluttery feeling making me brave.
His glittering cobalt eyes dropped between us to stare openly at the wet spot in the center of my pants. “I guess that means you like my beard?”
Astonishment rolled through me like a wave, and I couldn’t help but grin. “Was that a joke?”
“It was an observation.” His voice was cool.
I laughed. “No. That was Mr. Serious actually cracking a joke.”
“Mr. Serious.” He deliberated, obviously unimpressed by my observation.
“Your favorite day of the week is Monday, isn’t it?”
That earned me a slight eye roll and another twitch of his lips. “You’re being ridiculous.”
Monday is totally his favorite.
Briefly, I considered needling him some more, suddenly really wanting to push his buttons just to see his reactions. But it would have to wait because right then I was still suffering from embarrassment.
“I usually last longer than that,” I hurried to say. “It’s probably because I hit my head.”
