In charged silence, we stare at one another. Him, daring. Me, bracing.
“Why me?” My throaty murmur rumples the tense quiet.
“Hearts don’t run on logic, Electra. You love who you love, and that’s sometimes justthat.” His voice drops to something bare. “Don’t try to find reasons for unreasonable emotions.”
“How can you love someone you don’t know?”
“Why are you so convinced I don’t know you?”
“Because you don’t. I’m the iceberg in Titanic.”
“And I’m the ship?”
“Yes.”
He bobs his head. “Fair. I did crash when I first saw you. As for sinking… I’m already sunk.”
I roll my eyes, which feel hot while the rest of me feels clammy. “You are ridiculous.”
“Never been afraid of ridicule. Now, can we get back to”—he licks me—“notphilosophizing?”
My heart softens first, soon followed by my body, both caught off guard by Cillian’s candidness. As he brings me to the edge time and time again, I wonder if this mancouldbe more than my first.
Perhaps not my last, but something in between. Something with lasting power.
Chapter 28
Cillian
Electra at my mercy is a damn drug.
Every broken cry and wrecked whimper feeds something feral in me. Every pass of her fingers through my hair pulls me deeper under. And the view from between her thighs… Christ. She’s all softness and heat. Even her smell is warm and soft.
Pleasuring women has always felt rewarding, but never more than tonight. Perhaps because Electra is allowing me to contemplate her at her most vulnerable and touch the most sacred part of her body.
I’m well aware pussies and hearts aren’t one and the same. That it’ll take more than my tongue to score an invitation to her fabled homeland, but it feels like a first step in the right direction. In the direction of the mine,
“Cillian,” she moans, her fingers threading through my hair, tugging at the roots in the most addictive way. “I think my clitoris will end up with tongue-burn if you keep going at it.”
I give her flesh one last lazy swirl before climbing to my knees. The sight of her sprawled beneath me, skin pearlescent with sweat, lids heavy with pleasure, has my cock straining in her direction, demanding immediate entry.
Under her watchful gaze, I kick off my sneakers and rid my lower half of clothes. The apples of her cheeks—already pink—deepen at the sight of me stripped bare. It stokes my ego and everything south of it.
I grab my wallet and dig through it for the condom I’ve kept on me since…well, since the gala. Not that I expected Electra would give it up to me then. I’m just the type to plan ahead. I split the wrapping open and toss it aside, then unroll the condom.
“Don’t think you realize what you’ve unleashed,” I say as she scoots nearer the wall, clearing more space for me.
“Your dick?”
I smirk. “I was talking metaphorically, but yeah, babe, my dick’s about to come off its leash big time. If I weren’t wearing rubber, you’d be dripping for days.”
She huffs out a soft snort.
“I’m clean, by the way,” I tell her, climbing onto the bed. “In case you were worried.”
She nods.
“Haven’t been with anyone in a long time.” I wait for her to share some sexual history, but she remains quiet. More than quiet…anxious. “You want this, right? If you don’t, we can?—”
