His lips curved up, and his gaze flitted over her face—still searching for the real answer in her eyes.
“I want you, too.”
Lily leaned forward, catching those supple lips of his in a kiss. This was where she would happily stay forever. Caught in the space between passion and lust. Kissing him was as natural as breathing.
The uncertainty mounting within her melted under his touch. They each rose to their knees, and she wove her hands into his hair. It was softer than usual, having soaked for hours in the lake and dried by the sun.
Seconds slipped to breathless minutes, and she curled into his embrace, her body coming alive with every pass of his hands over her skin. He broke their kiss long enough to remove her cover-up, leaving them each in their swimsuits.
Her hands skimmed down his chest, stopping only when they met the tie of his trunks.
Kieran nipped her lip and leaned back, drawing away from her touch. “Patience,” he whispered against her pout. “I want you to stand up for me, okay?”
That would mean not kissing him. “Do I have to?”
He trailed kisses down the length of her neck and between her breasts. Urging her to her feet, he kissed across her belly and bit the top of her bikini bottoms. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Lily, but I promise it’ll be worth it.”
The first drop of anticipation pooled in her belly and sank, dragging heat toward her sex. She leaned back against the wooden railing of the dock and feathered her fingers through his hair. “What if someone looks outside and sees us?”
Kieran kissed along the line of her bikini to her hip. “Let them see.” His teeth first found the tie at her left hip bone, and he loosened it without ever raising a hand. “There’s no one here who doesn’t know what you do to me.” Kissing and nipping, he scaled her lower abdomen, until he found the second tie and undid it once again with his mouth. Her bikini bottom silently landed on the dock.
He’d barely touched her, yet she ached, desperate for this tender and reverent side of him. “I missed this,” he said while nuzzling her core. “Did you miss me, too?”
His breath was warm against her clit, and Lily tilted her hips forward, begging for his tongue.
“Yes.”
“Tell me about it.” He slid a finger over her labia, spreading her open before sinking one digit into her pussy.
She moaned his name, soft enough to be lost on the wind over the lake.
“Tell me, Princess.” His hand twisted, and his knuckle brushed against a sweet spot within her. “Do you touch yourself and think of me?”
She nodded, distrustful her voice would work if she tried. She spread her legs further, propping one heel up on the railing behind her.
He hummed, the sound almost disappointed, and planted a chaste kiss atop her hood. “I have so many fantasies. I want to know yours. I can’t take a fucking shower without getting hard.” His lips closed over her clit, and he sucked.
Pleasure shot through her like a lightning bolt. She bit her lip, holding back a scream, but still a moan rolled through her chest, silenced only by the boom of the fireworks trembling within her.
“When I can’t sleep,” she whispered, “I think of you.”
“Yeah?” Kieran pumped two fingers in and out. “What about me?” His tongue swirled around her clit and flicked, lavishing her with pleasure as he fingered her.
“I think of you fucking me,” Lily rasped out. “So many nights I’ve wanted to call you and beg you to come over.”
A rich, warm chuckle met her ears. “How do I fuck you in your fantasies?”
Heat saturated her face and spread throughout her being. He couldn’t actually expect her to say it aloud, right? Another suck on her clit said he did.
“Every way,” she whimpered. “In the shower or bent over your bed. I’ve pictured myself riding you on the floor of the Octagon. I even—” She paused, swallowing down rising pressure. It should’ve been terrifying, telling him everything she’d wished for in her dreams. Instead, it fed her pleasure like fuel on a fire. Telling Kieran her fantasies felt less like a wish and more like a promise. Like what she wanted, he would give her.
“You what?” He stroked his fingers within her, curling them forward while he licked her clit.
She gazed at him through lowered lashes. Kieran “Southpaw” Sullivan, in all his sculpted glory, was on his knees beforeher. All that power and adoration became a dizzying cocktail, swirling within her.
Lily’s head fell back, a cry tearing from her lips as she exploded just like those fireworks overhead. Pressure simmered in her belly, radiating out in waves of blissful heat as she rode his fingers.
Only once her breath caught and slipped from uneven gasps to long, deep, but even breaths did Kieran stand.
