Barefoot, with his jeans hanging off his hips, he scooped Carli up and carried her down the hall.
‘I love your kisses,’ she said in a flurry of tenderness. ‘I always loved your kisses. I’m so glad you were my first.’
Turning to look at her, Niall was a goner. He couldn’t even begin a response with the words ‘I love’ because itwould end up coming out with way more than he should declare right now.
‘Same here, Cass,’ he said. He kicked the bedroom door open, a lemony glow from a bedside lamp lighting up the space, the warmth of the room enhanced by the now driving wind and rain outside, the bed in the centre of the room tastefully fitted with white cotton linen.
‘Nice clean sheets to get dirty on.’ Niall placed Carli down on the pristine duvet. ‘And, by the way,’ he said, tenderly cupping her cheek in his palm, ‘you being my first was the best thing that ever happened to me. Question is, are you ready for me again?’
Carli inched herself up the bed, and with her knees coquettishly tipped together in a pose that he was desperate to prise apart, she said, ‘I’m so ready.’
Kneeling on the crisp cotton, Niall coaxed her knees from one another. ‘I need to make sure.’
Dropping down, he buried his face into Carli’s soft heat and let his tongue explore every hot and swollen moment of her, lapping at the sweet tang of her arousal, her urgent whimpers fuelling his need to satisfy her and to bring his name to her lips, to hear the affirmation that he was it for her. Because for him she was absolutely it.
‘Nothing has ever come close to this.’ Niall sunk his fingers inside her. ‘You drive me insane.’
‘Mmm. Show me what I do to you,’ she intoned, evidently needing to see as much as he needed to show her. ‘I missed you.’
‘Since the hall?’
‘Yes, and half my life.’
Niall reeled. His heart was entirely out to sea with this woman. And this. This thing they had. Holed up here in a tiny little cottage on the end of a rocky peninsula in hishome country of Scotland. It was about so much more than a desperate longing for each other’s bodies. Tonight was about Carli forgiving him. Putting her trust in him again. And letting him show her what he could be for her. After everything he’d put her through, that blew his mind and fired up every protective neuron in his brain. Never again would he take her trust for granted. Never.
Because she deserved to feel only pleasure, never pain.
‘Me too, Cass. I’ve spent half my life missing you, too.’
‘Show me,’ she said, as if his hard cock was proof of how much he’d missed her.
Raising himself up on his knees, Niall showcased exactly what Carli did to him, a throbbing vein pulsing down its length.
‘I’ve got a lot of making up to do,’ – he palmed his erection – ‘will this ease the pain I caused?’
‘It might obliterate it.’
Fuck.Her talking about him like that made it harder than ever. And witnessing her need was like looking in a mirror. That had always been the thing about him and Carli; everything was mutual – and now they were in this together.
‘But first,’ she said, and all he could do was watch as she crawled towards him. ‘I need to finish what I started.’
This wasn’t an offer Niall would or could refuse, although he wouldn’t compromise on his promise to protect her from pain. ‘Are you sure?’ he said. ‘I don’t want you to hurt yourself.’
‘Bit big-headed, isn’t it?’ she winked, and laughter shot out of him like a bullet.
‘I meant with the Fibr…’
‘Shhh. I’m fine. I know my own limitations. Standup, gorgeous.’
What else could Niall do? Stunned into submission, he watched as Carli took his cock into her firm, warm grip and worked her own magic on it.
Flames licked through his entire body.
Then, when she slid him into her hot mouth, he feared his legs might give way. Holy fuck! It was out of this world sensational.
She raised her gaze to him, olive skinned and flawless, naked brown eyes searching for confirmation that he was enjoying it, and his heart almost exploded. Threading his fingers through her damp hair, he grasped the strands, carefully but confidently. It wouldn’t be long and he’d be losing it into her mouth.
‘Cass.’ Niall took her head in his palms and eased back out of her. ‘I’m not coming like this. It has to be in you. No arguments.’
