“It’s not the start of—” My tongue forgets how to move as his gaze doesn’t just lower to my core but collides with it.
My thighs jump like I’ve been punched. Gaea help me, I think my pussy lips actually squeak from how wet I am.
“The start of a great love story?” he asks, ghosting his lips over my inner thigh.
“Yes, that. It’s just—” The tip of his nose plows across my seam, snagging my breath and turning it to dust. “Just…” I try again, but he’s thumbing me apart.
“So fucking beautiful,” he whispers, pulling just the slightest bit back to watch his fingers sail from my clit to my ass and back.
“Just…” I croak.
His eyes find mine as he slips his fingers into his mouth and sucks the shine away. “Just sex?” he asks, once he’s thoroughly laved my anticipation off his skin.
“Yes,” I reply breathily.
“Call it whatever eases your mind, baby.”
The horribly clichéd nickname makes something under my ribs flutter. “It’s not to ease my mind. It’s to remind you of the line?—”
He leans in and gives me a long, slow lick, and holy…goddess…of the mine… My mind blanks.
“This line?” he quips.
All I manage is a grunt. One rapidly replaced by a moan, because Cillian is sucking on my clit while teasing my entrance with his fingers. One of my pet peeves in romance books is how quickly heroines come once they fall into bed with their heartthrob, but as Cillian works me, I start to think… I start… I…
A scream tears up my throat as an orgasm throttles my core with the force of a fired gun. Not a fired gun… A freaking grenade, judging by the sheer radius of the blast. Did I levitate off the bed? My soul certainly feels like it left my body for a moment there.
A pleased rumble vibrates Cillian’s chest while frantic panting rises from mine. How the hell did he make me come faster than my battery-operated device?
“Look at that…” His murmur is a husky drag against my throbbing core. “Look at how well and fast your body responds to mine.”
“I was just keyed up,” I say between long drafts of air. “Anyone could have gotten me off.”
He pins my rattling thighs to his broad shoulders and murmurs, “Liar,” a second before he swirls his tongue over my tender bud.
Eight breaths… That’s all the oxygen I have time to suck in before another spark sweeps up my spine and bows my back. My eyes slam shut as I gasp. No, I scream.
I can’t believe I’m a screamer.
I can’t believe Cillian Lowry is the one making me scream.
He places a kiss on my inner thigh. “I think watching you fall apart is going to become my favorite pastime.”
“Is that your masterplan…? To destroy me one orgasm at a time?”
His stare turns hooded as though I’ve touched on a sore subject. I’m suddenly hit with renewed insecurities. What if he did choose me for my wealth and contacts?
If he had, he would’ve leaped at my offer of a five-figure salary, and he didn’t.
“My goal has never been to destroy you, Electra,” he murmurs.
Ah…So my word choice is to blame for his mood shift. “But you have a goal?”
He looks up, his eyes gleaming like foil in the obscurity. “I do.” He dips his mouth and places a kiss so gentle that it makes my core tighten and my nerves tingle. “To make you fall for me.”
I swallow.
So does he.
