What was Isupposedto be thinking about?
Right, work.
The cursor on my screen blinked, but I couldn’t evenseethe words before it anymore. All my senses were focused on Kieran’s fingers gliding their way up my thigh, then back down in long strokes, synced with my breathing.
They were about to get awholelot faster.
“I wouldn’t wanna interrupt anything important,” Kieran continued.
“You’rethe Goode boy,” I said belatedly, realizing a moment later that firstly, I’d already made that pun, andsecondly, my higher brain functions had already packed up and left ifthatwas the best I could do.
Kieran smelled sogood. The lime and sea salt was gone, replaced bymysoap and shampoo, but with the scent that washimhovering under it, changing the way it reacted on his skin.
Right now, it was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced. This was why guys liked seeing me in their shirts.
Kieran wouldn’t have fit in one of my shirts, but that could’ve been a look, too.
Another kiss behind my ear made me shiver again, a needy sound catching in the back of my throat.
“I could be abadboy for a little while,” Kieran said, curling his hand around my thigh, tickling the sensitive skin there.
“I can’t believe you said that,” I responded after a heartbeat too long, too turned on to even acknowledge a terrible pun properly.
Maybe that was our thing. We exchanged puns as foreplay.
Kieran chuckled, his fingertips skimming along my jaw, pulling me into a soft, all-consuming kiss, lips parted, noses brushing together, tongues darting out to taste each other, almost innocent.
The sound of my laptop closing barely registered until Kieran was taking its place, setting it gently on the nightstand and pushing me down into the pillows with another long, sweet kiss.
I loved the way he loved kissing me. I could’ve let him kiss me for years if he wanted to.
“Done working?” Kieran asked between kisses, already breathless.
“Work’s overrated,” I gasped, a happy jolt of pleasure rushing down my spine as his hand roamed down over my ass.
My body had already figured out that Kieran touching my butt was a great sign.
“Perfect,” Kieran murmured, kissing his way along my jaw. “Exactly what I wanna hear.”
My head spun as he lifted me off the bed to move me down it, leaving me just propped up against the pillows, pressing wet kisses along the line of my throat, then along my collarbones.
“Going somewhere?” I asked, already squirming like my skin was a size too small.
Kieran looked me in the eyes, then trailed his gaze down to…
“You don’t have to,” I blurted out, eyes wide. “It’s really not… it’s… you don’t…”
“Want to,” Kieran murmured, going back to his torturously slow path down my chest, pausing to nip at the soft skin just below my navel. “You did it for me.”
That was true, but…
“When am I gonna get another chance to do all this with someone I trust as much as you? Because Carter’s already dating my brother and I’m not inclined to suck his dick anyway.”
I bit my lip at the sound of the wordssuck his dickin Kieran’s mouth, another wave of lust rolling through me.
Why was I objecting, again? I couldn’t remember now.
“I…”
