Page 7 of Chill

“Makes me wonder if the chase just makes you wetter. I won’t judge you if it did. After all…” Suddenly he splays his fingers on my stomach and yanks me back against him as he simultaneously rolls his hips forward and I feel his hardness pressed against my ass.

Fuck.My breath shouldn’t hitch the way it does, and I definitely shouldn’t be arching back into him like a needy, desperate thing.

“Chasing you might be one of my favorite activities. Want me to pin you down right here in the dirt and the gravel, darling? Want me to fuck you just like this, while you’re panting and begging me for air and the adrenaline still has you shaking?” The roughness of his voice has my head spinning, and I fight not to nod and beg for it.

I won’t.

Nottonight,at least.

“No,” I pant, a grin on my face that he can’t see. “Nah, you don’t get to, because I have questions and complaints.”

Something in him shifts. Something I barely notice in the feeling of his hands on me and the way his body is pressed to mine. “You have complaints?” he repeats, almost disbelieving. “You’re telling me youdon’twant me to pin you down and fuck you like a bitch in heat right now?”

I can’t help the shudder that goes through me, and from his soft murmur, I know he felt it too. His body shifts, rocking into mine, and I almost lose my composure right then.

“That is exactly what I’m telling you.” It takes me a few moments to get the words out, and I tilt my head back against his shoulder to gaze up at the partially obscured moon above us.“Shall I start listing them, or should I wait until you have a pen and paper to?—”

His fingers slip under my jaw, pressing hard until I see stars and the burning ache becomes something half pleasure, half pain.

“What a little brat,” Kieran remarks, finally loosening his fingers so I can take a gasp of air. “You’ve grown a spine since the last time I saw you shaking apart on your bed.”

Whatever mortification, fear, or dismay might have once been set loose in my chest is long gone. After all, I’ve replayed those moments over and over in my mind since that morning, and I’m pretty much immune to it now.

“We can start there, actually,” I go on sweetly, acutely aware of his hands on me and the way he’s still subtly rocking against my body. “Youleft. I thought you were coming back. I thought that since?—”

His growl of irritation cuts me off, and Kieran spins me around, one hand on my throat as the other shakes free of me to rip off his mask. “Fine. I won’t fuck you right here,” he agrees ruefully, his dark eyes sharp. “But only because if I have to suffer through your complaints, so does Val. And I’m not going to hear it twice.” He stands there, studying my gaze, until his brows knit together.

“Something’s changed with you,” he remarks at last, voice soft. “You’re not the same, are you? You’re?—”

Frustrated as hell and secretly just as horny, I lunge forward onto the balls of my feet, hands curled tightly in his jacket to yank myself up to him and crush my lips to his. It’s certainly bold of me, and a surprise even I hadn’t seen coming from myself.

But judging from his sound of shock and the way he just stands there, Kieran hadn’t expected it either.

Just as I’m sure I’ve fucked up, he seems to come alive. His mouth melds to mine, and he nips at my lower lip as his fingersshift to hold the back of my neck. His other hand goes to my lower back, and I feel his fingers gripping my hoodie tightly as he drags me in closer like he wants to devour me.

Which he does.

His lips are insistent, his teeth sharp against my tongue and bottom lip, and within seconds, I’ve lost control of what started as a kiss. Once he’s tasted every inch of space between my lips, he moves to bite and nip at my lip, my jaw, and finally sinks his teeth into the side of my throat andbites.

A surprised cry leaves my lips and I roll up onto my toes, back arching at the sharp, stinging pain. Not that he cares. If anything, Kieran bites harder, sucking against my skin and not bothering to cover the loud, filthy sounds of him working over my throat.

If he wasn’t holding me up, I’d probably embarrass myself by falling to the ground.

“Where did those complaints go?” Kieran taunts, letting go with one last, sharp nip to the place he’s already made sore and tender. I yelp at the sting, dragging harder on his jacket as if I can pull him down to the ground with me.

“Oh, they’re still here,” I promise, head spinning and panting. “I have them in an itemized list, actually. A really well thought out, organized—” I’m being moved before I register anything other than my head spinning. Kieran yanks me off the ground, throwing me over his shoulder hard enough that his shoulder knocks the air out of my lungs and leaves me stunned.

His hand wraps around my thighs, and Kieran isn’t shy about groping my ass as he walks in long, measured strides.

“Where are we going?” I demand, fully considering kicking him in the chest just to see if I can make him feel it.

But as if he can read my mind, he slaps my thigh hard enough to pull a shocked, pained sound from my throat.

“If you kick me, I’ll drag you, little girl,” Kieran warns, prompting me to besurehe’s a mind reader. “So keep your legs right where they are, and you won’t end up with a bruised ass.” Fuck, that shouldn’t be so arousing. I shouldn’t have to press my thighs together, only for him to chuckle softly and shove his hand between them just to prove a point.

“You want to complain so bad? Like I said, Val gets to hear it too. He gets to be a part of your little game, since I’d just hate to have all the fun.” He strokes over my leggings, and I swear I can feel the searing heat of his touch through his gloves and the fabric covering my legs.

The cold suddenly finds me again and I shiver, realizing the adrenaline is finally draining out of my veins and leaving me feeling empty, and a little cold. Not that I’m going to complain about it. Especially to Kieran, when I want to keep some kind of brave front on to make him think I’m not as pathetic as I worry he does.

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