‘Yes, please.’ I’m rocking up into both our hands now, the images his words conjure pushing me closer to the edge. I’m gasping—whimpering—chanting his name. And I’m coming hard, exploding in a burst of blinding heat and pure ecstasy.
And then I’m coming down, down onto his hand. Down into his kiss. And I don’t care if I never move again. That is, until he whispers those magic words,
‘Sweetheart, come home with me.’
Chapter 20
KEIR
I think I could love her.
Seriously. How mad is that? And it’s not because of my reaction to seeing her with another man—I’m not a complete meathead. Okay, maybe I’m a little bit of a meathead. But at least I didn’t want to hit her over the head with my caveman club and drag her back to my lair.Much. So I wanted to do some of that. Grab her by the hair, though not for dragging purposes. Holding her hostage by it, maybe. All right, I’ll admit it—definitely. It makes me rock fucking hard. But the club across the head I’ll save for Mr Sexy Specs. He was lucky I didn’t wallop him as I passed.
‘What are you staring at?’
Bright sunlight fills the grey interior of my bedroom, and I suddenly realise how fucking dreary the room is. Dark heavy furniture so dreary compared to the brilliant blue of those eyes peeking above the quilt she’s pulled up over her nose. She blinks up at me and everything stops; my thoughts no longer like a great rush of water tumbling over rocks.
‘Clearly,’ she says, pulling the bedding to under her chin. ‘You’re stunned how you got such a gorgeous creature into your bed.’
‘Aye, that’s exactly right.’ My mouth tugs into a reluctant smile. ‘I’m staring at you, wondering how on earth a creature as lovely as you came to be here.’
‘Icameby invitation’, she purrs. ‘And it was fan-tastic.’
We did have an awesome night, and my bed certainly bears the evidence of it. Pillows on the floor, the sheet creased like yesterday’s newspaper as it curls away from the edge of the mattress. Know what else bears the evidence of it? My abs. I feel like I’ve had the best workout ever.
‘The pleasure was all mine.’
‘Oh, I’m not sure about that.’ We use the moment to stare at each other, all goofy smiles—it seems like an endless, joyful moment. Or a perfect ruse as I whip the quilt from her grip, rendering her completely naked. ‘Hey!’ she squeals.
In the morning light, she looks fantastic. All mussed up, messy hair, so soft and warm. Her cheeks are flushed, her mouth pulled into a soft vowel sound. You know the one; nota, note, noti...
‘Oh... ’
I insinuate myself between her legs, spreading my hands on her inner thighs to spread her open.
‘Fuck me, you are so pretty.’
‘Is that a compliment to—’
I slide my finger through her soft pink ribbon of flesh, and she rises to my touch immediately, her words lost in the experience. Without thought, I’m above her, leaning on one arm. Gripping my cock, I slide it through her wetness.
‘You’re here. In my bed.’ My words are rough, my control tenuous, even as she takes my face in her hands.
‘That does appear to be the case. And I’m as surprised as you are, quite frankly.’
What can I say? I don’t have a definitive answer for her. I can’t explain it either. The last woman I had in this bed... There hasn’t been any women in this bed. Period.
‘Were you trying to assuage your conscience?’
I dip my hips, bringing my cock to line perfectly against her pussy. Framed by her sweet lips. ‘I heard sausageandconscience.You want me to sausage your conscience? By Christ, you’re into some filthy shit.’
‘I learned everything I know from a certain Scotsman. One with golden brown hair,’ she whispers, threading her fingers into my hair.
Beneath me, her hardened nipples rub my chest, her body rocking up against me for the purpose of a little friction.
‘‘I’m so glad you said yes,’ I whisper, pressing my mouth against hers. Small, exploratory kisses become deeper and wetter, each press of our lips a little more desperate, each slip of tongue a little more real, until our tongues are tangling, our fingers grasping, and she’s moaning into my mouth.
‘How long have we got?’
