I whimpered back, too far gone for words now, the heat of my orgasm welling up in my core, in the tension in my thighs. All I could do was gasp and cling and let every thrust of Kieran’s hips send another shockwave of pleasure through me.
A flash of white-hot pleasure rolled from the back of my neck to the base of my spine, vision whiting out as I tipped over the edge, back arching against Kieran for one last spark of delicious friction as I started to come.
Kieran’s hips sped up as I rode out my orgasm, each perfect stroke pushing me through another peak until his hips stilled, too, and a low, rumbling groan filled my ears, Kieran’s lips on my neck as his hips pulsed into me, breath catching. Once, twice, three times, and then the sweetest, most satisfied sigh.
Another kiss, softer this time, all lips and tongue and no teeth at all while I gasped my way through Kieran pulling out and adjusting his hold on me, then moving us both to the bed. The mattress bounced as he dropped me onto it, falling beside me with a tired groan.
For a few minutes, the only sounds in the room were the two of us catching our breath, the traffic outside, and the mattress creaking as we made ourselves comfortable.
“You areruiningme for other men,” I panted once my brain cleared enough for words.
Kieran chuckled. “Bet you say that to all the boys,” he murmured, rolling over to look at me.
He wasgloriousnaked, skin flushed and dewy, chest still heaving and showing off every perfectly-sculpted muscle in his body.
“Just you,” I said. “All that yoga really paid off.”
Kieran snorted, flopping onto his back again, the two of us staring up at the ceiling.
This was good.
“All that yoga,” he repeated, laughter in his voice. “I’ve been teaching for three weeks.”
“Well, your core strength is incredible. I oughta take your classes.”
“Oh yeah, I can totally see you in yoga pants focusing on your breathing,” Kieran teased. “Might be good for the creative brain. You could take up mediation, too.”
“Are youmockingme?” I asked, trying to sound more scandalized than I felt.
The only feeling I was really concerned with right now was the bone-deep satisfaction of being expertly fucked.
“Would I do that?” Kieran asked, and I didn’t have to be able to see him to know exactly what his wide, innocent, butter-wouldn’t-melt expression would be like.
“Yes,” I laughed, so, so impossibly happy that I could hardly believe this was real. “I canfeelthe bed shaking with your laughter.”
“Sure that’s not yours?” Kieran teased.
I reached out to swat at him, but he caught my hand and kissed the back of it, and whatever smartass response I’d been about to give died on my lips.
How was thisreal?
“So, do you think they’ll let Alex and Eliot be together?” Kieran asked. “Because you haven’t asked about that yet.”
“Well, Angelica says I’m a rock star now,” I said. “So… better than even chance? I think?”
“You oughta ask tomorrow. Publishers get a cut of the movie rights, yeah?”
“Oh yeah.” I smiled wryly. “Would you believe I’m not in this for the money?”
“My understand is that no one’s stupid enough to go into writing for the money,” Kieran said.
“Your understand is correct,” I sighed. “I’m just lucky. And you’re right. I should push that luck.”
Kieran nodded, toying with my fingers. “Hey, uh… just, for the record… even if it doesn’t work out? I don’t regret this.”
“Yeah?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
