‘Yes,’ she said, ‘I am now. Areyouokay? This must be frustrating.’
‘Hey,’ he said. ‘I’m fine.’
‘But this…’ Carli ground a little over Niall’s hardness which had been a consistent presence under her all this time. ‘Doesn’t it hurt?’
‘Don’t worry about that.’ He planted a soft kiss on her cheek. ‘I can’t hide the fact that you turn me on, but I’m in control of what I do about it, even though the little guy wants to have his say.’
‘He doesn’t feel so little to me.’
‘Ha. Thanks. When I’m around you, he doesn’t seem that way to me either. Listen, this might be the wrong time to say this, but you should probably take those wet PJ pants off as well. I’ll look away while you change into spares.’
Carli was about to say you don’t have to, but Niall’s eyes were already closed, so she climbed off him and pulled off the sodden pants, but instead of searching for spares, driven by something beyond rationality, she straddled him again.
His eyes shot open and she met them in the tempered light.
‘Hey,’ she said.
‘Fuck.’ Niall cupped the small of her back and slid his gaze down her body. ‘You’re naked.’
‘Yep.’
‘You’re astounding.’
‘Thank you.’ She shuffled a little closer to him, granting him permission to feel what he needed to.
A low growl thrummed in Niall’s throat as he grasped the moment and kissed her, firmly but tenderly, hungry but assured. Holy smokes, the man could still kiss. He captured her mouth like it was vital to life. Like she was the centre of his world. As if he was acutely aware this could shape everything else that came afterwards and would not compromise on the importance of that for one second.
Palming her breast, he broke away and studied her, his gaze heavy as her lids fluttered and her resolve gave way. Ran his thumb over her nipple, grazing gently across the sensitive tip until she was whimpering. Then he drifted his touch down the planes of her stomach, subtly dusting with his knuckles, back and forth, up and down, his fingers trailing down between her legs, hands exploring before his eyes got to take it in.
‘Holy f… You’re bare.’ Niall’s voice was hoarse and his cock twitched beneath her.
‘I’ve a landing strip,’ she said.
‘You feel fucking incredible.’ He ambled his fingers to the sensitive skin around her crevice.
‘Oh.’ She whimpered.
‘You like that?’
She nodded, lips tightly pursed.
‘And what if I do this?’ He slid lower and coaxed her wetness back over her clit.
‘Yes. Oh, mmm, that’s really good.’
Through aching lids, Carli saw Niall watching her as if she were made of gold dust. When was the last time a man had looked at her like this? Like she was beautiful and sexy. Touched her like her pleasure was a giant gift with his name on the label. A long time gone. And none of themlooked at her quite like Niall did, like he was lost yet completely found in a land of adoration and raw sexual want.
He slid his fingers inside her, pulsing her walls, the heel of his palm rubbing over her clit.
‘Oh God!’
‘It’s Niall, actually.’
She managed a strangled laugh.
‘I can’t take my eyes off you, Cass… You’re like a drug.’ He drove pressure into her, finding the perfect spot to detonate bliss through her core.
‘Oh! Niall.’
