I knew what I wanted—whoI wanted. I was just too ashamed to face my desires. Nial was the only one who could scratch this itch of mine, and all I needed was the courage to get out of bed.
Deep down, I was afraid of being rejected.
However, that was the worst thing that could happen if I took that bold step. It would sting for a while, but I’d get over it eventually.
Without a second thought, I tossed the sheets aside and got out of bed. My oversized polo shirt draped over my naked body, the hem grazing my thighs as I walked out of the room.
I headed straight to his master bedroom, my bare feet padding softly down the hallway. I halted outside the door and began banging on it. Moments later, he answered from the other side.
His tousled hair was damp, and steam swirled from his skin, hinting that he’d just stepped out of the shower. A whitetowel was wrapped around his hips, leaving him stripped from the waist upward.
I swallowed hard, my heart racing at the sight of his chiseled abs and broad shoulders.
“You tried to break down my door,” he said, his voice smooth and enticing. “This had better be important.”
“It is.” I walked right in without an invitation.
“Please, come on in,” he murmured sarcastically.
The large room was the epitome of luxury and class. But I wasn’t here for sightseeing.
He closed the door and turned around to face me, his expression a bit lighter than usual. Inviting. “What do you want?”
I took a step forward. “I want you to act on your feelings and stop holding back.”
His eyes squinted, a glimpse of shock flickering in his gaze.
I continued, taking more steps toward him. “I see the way you look at me, Nial…. I know you want me….”
“Kiera….”
I cut him off with a phrase so raw and unfiltered. “Fuck me.”
Silence.
The air was charged with tension, and from where I was standing, I could see the print of his hard cock beneath his towel.
“You asked what I wanted.” I looked him straight in the eye. “I want you to fuck me.”
Chapter 12 — Nial
The words landed like a powerful blow. Sudden and unexpected. For the first time, I was speechless, frozen in place. She stared at me with the intentional gaze of someone who knew exactly what she wanted.
I felt my heart skip a beat. Not out of fear. But anticipation. She looked sexy in that oversized polo shirt, her peaks poking from underneath the fabric. The hem grazed her alluring thighs in a way that made my pulse race.
The scent of her perfume lingered in the air, teasing not only my senses but also my desire.
“What is this, some kind of joke?” I asked, my voice laced with a hint of dry humor.
“Do I have a smile on my face?”
Her sass fanned the flames of my hunger, my cock twitching between my legs. As much as I wanted this so badly, I couldn’t help having second thoughts.
I stared at her a bit longer. “Are you drunk?”
She rolled her eyes. “No. I’m horny.”
I’d always known she was outspoken about her feelings and opinions. I just didn’t know she was like that with her desires as well. I wasn’t sure what to make of this because, as much as I craved her too, I would never take advantage of her.
