‘Do you know how fucking beautiful that sounds, you saying my name like that. Here…’ Niall’s command rumbled from deep within him, ‘put this on.’ He held out his hoodie that he’d left her with the previous night.
‘What? Why?’
‘Because I don’t want you getting cold during the next part.’
‘What next part?’ In the muted light, she searched the face she had known so well, yet didn’t know as part of a grown, sexually mature man. Did he want to fuck her already? Surely it was too soon. She was desperate for him, too, but there was such a thing as foreplay.
But then in a voice as rough and seductive as heather-coated Scottish mountains, Niall made his intentions unequivocally clear. ‘The part where I get between those legs and devour that beautiful pussy until you can’t see straight, and the deer on the other side of the loch bolt into the hills at the sound of you coming.’
Holy Christ!
‘Well, when you put it like that.’
He raised his eyebrows, shot her a smile that knockedher almost dead, then lifted her hips, like she was as light as the pillow behind him, and shifted himself from under her.
‘Lie down,’ he said once she’d put on the hoodie, passing her the pillow and transitioning onto his knees, giving her space to recline. When she was laid before him, he said, ‘Fuck, you’re a one-off, lying there, legs spread open, wearing my clothes.’ He roamed his gaze up to her face then back to that throbbing, aching place between her thighs that could only be sated by his tongue on her.
And down he went, Niall and his ravenous mouth, gently prising her knees apart, then onto his stomach between her legs, sinking his face into her dripping epicentre, drinking her in like she was his whole world.
‘Oh my God!’ His touch, combined with the masculine scent of his hoodie, amplified every single sensation. He must have known exactly what he was doing when he’d told her to put it on.
‘You like that, Cass? You like my mouth on you again?’
Where were her words to answer that question? Gone. Carli’s apex was so tender from the anticipation of being around Niall but not yielding to temptation that the slightest touch from his tongue shut down half of her central nervous system. The part of her brain that formed words.
‘I… I…’
Nope, she couldn’t finish her sentence and Niall clearly was not about to do the job for her because he was fixated elsewhere. She slunk her hands up inside the hoodie and grabbed both her nipples. It had been so long since she’d felt anything this good.
Silently, he slipped his tongue inside her, circling, teasing, doing the work his fingers haddone moments earlier.
‘Oh fu…’
‘Good, huh?’ He slid his broad palm up her thigh. ‘You’re going to get everything you deserve tonight, Cass. This is me making it up to you. But it’s just for starters, by the way.’
This starter will end me.
Back his fingers went, deep into Carli’s heat, his tongue working her clit. She surged towards him. It was some making up. Like he had a PhD in exactly where everything worked in her body. Had he held that understanding in his bones all this time? What would sex be like if she was already about to explode?
‘Oh, Niall. Please! I need you inside me.’
Then came the blow. ‘No condoms, Cass. So you’re going to have to enjoy this. Then, tomorrow, you can have me inside you all day.’
‘Oh.’ She dropped back onto the pillow.
‘Unless you want me to stop. If it’s too much.’ Concern pooled in his eyes as he looked up her, or was it teasing? She couldn’t tell in the low light. Either way, she did not want Niall to stop. She wanted more of him, so much more of him, and the breathless ‘no’ that emerged from her told him this.
He smiled, lowered his head and brought his lips back to their shrine of worship, a rough groan vibrating from his throat onto her swollen sex as he touched her again. And that was as much a part of the package for Carli as anything. Seeing Niall buried in her. Hearing him gone for her. She was so ready for the thickness between his legs that she couldn’t have. The cock that must be tormented by his hand getting to have all the fun. He thrust enough of them in for it to almost feel like the real thing. Almost. She pushed forward to meet him, craving more.
Niall rose to his knees, still in his boxers, his erectionstraining at the fabric. Pulsing her and still playing her with his thumb, his voice was low and loaded.
‘Sorry, I can’t fuck you, Cass. I’m fucking dying here, but I hope this makes up for it.’
The effort he was putting into making up for it. The skill of his finger fucking. She was as saturated and swollen as a loch after days of Scottish rain.
‘I love it, Butler. Don’t ever stop.’
He grinned. ‘I love it when you call me Butler. It makes me want to…’ Niall pulled his fingers from her and slid them into his mouth, licking her juices like he was devouring an ice lolly in the Australian sun. But he must have seen a fragment of torment on her face.
