I watch him search my face, as if looking for something, but before he can ask any questions I know I don’t want to answer, I lean in and gently brush my lips against his.
“That’s one of the things I love most about you. You’re too damn understanding,” he murmurs against my lips. “But I’m still going to make it up to you.”
His voice is low and teasing, and it sends a shiver of pleasure down my spine.
“Oh, yeah? How?”
“How does dinner tomorrow night sound?” He nuzzles into my neck.
I arch against him as his lips find my neck, and when he sucks on the skin, I let out a moan.
“Sounds good. Where are we going?”
He pulls back just enough for me to see him grin. “Nowhere. I’m going to cook.”
I burst out laughing, but at the look on Kieran’s face, I quickly clap a hand over my mouth to stifle the sound.
“Cook? I didn’t know you knew how to.”
His grin turns cocky as his eyes flick to my mouth. “I’ve got a couple of dishes in my repertoire. As long as you keep your expectations low, you’ll be impressed.”
I shake my head, still chuckling. “Well, in that case, I can’t wait.”
He kisses me again, deeper this time, as his body moves on top of mine.
I eagerly spread my thighs, and Kieran settles himself between them as his tongue stokes against mine.
“I could give you a preview of dessert.” His lips trail down my jaw to my throat. “If you want.”
Heat floods me instantly, and I tighten my legs around his hips, pulling him tighter against me.
“I want that.”
“I thought you might.”
My hands move to his shoulders, my nails biting into the skin as the ache between my thighs grows with each kiss or lick of my neck.
“Kieran.”
“Patience, little dove.” He chuckles as he moves further down to kiss along the curve of my breasts. “I want to take my time.”
“And I don’t want you to take your time,” I grit out as I squirm beneath his touch.
He pulls down the straps of my cami top to expose my breasts. “You never do. But I’m in charge here, and if you want to come, you’ll have to be patient.”
I scowl up at him, wanting to wipe that cocky smirk off his face. “Are you sure about that?”
I arch my hips so that I brush against his cock.
Kieran hisses through his teeth, and I laugh at the look of agony on his face.
“I could do something about that, you know.”
“Oh, I know you could.” He groans, his voice thick with need. “But if I don’t taste you right now, I’m going to fucking lose it.”
Well, I can’t argue with that.
By the time Kieran has kissed down the length of my torso, stripping me out of my pajamas as he goes, my inner thighs are slick from my arousal and my clit is throbbing.
