“No. Not even a little.”
Her laugh turns into a moan as I shift my angle, and it’s the best damn sound I’ve ever heard.
“Fuck, Kieran,” she breathes.
“Yeah, baby. Say it again.”
Her fingers claw at the counter, and I can see the tension in her shoulders, the way her back arches just right.
“You gonna come for me?” I ask, my voice dark.
“Don’t stop,” she manages, her voice breaking.
I don’t. Not until she’s shaking, her body clenching around me, and even then, I’m not done. I pull out just long enough to flip her over, lifting her onto the counter.
Her hair fans out, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She looks wrecked. Perfect. Mine.
“Again?” she asks, a teasing edge to her voice.
I smirk, leaning down to kiss her. “Think you can handle it?”
She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer. “Try me.”
I do.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Daisy
The sand burnsa little under my feet, but it’s worth it.
The beach stretches out, the waves rolling lazily against the shore, the sun bright enough to sting my eyes. Kieran’s crouched in front of me, camera in hand, the lens pointed straight at me.
“Look natural,” he says, like I know what that even means.
I laugh, brushing my hair back. “I’m standing on sand. What’s natural about this?”
“Daisy,” he groans, tilting the camera slightly, “just stop thinking and smile.”
“Easier said than done when you’re aiming that thing like a sniper.”
He lowers the camera, smirking. “You’re really bad at this.”
“I’m not a model, Kieran.”
“You could’ve fooled me.” He raises the camera again. “Okay, serious face. Think… mystery.”
“Mystery?” I snort. “What does that even?—”
“Perfect,” he says, snapping the picture before I can finish.
I roll my eyes but let him keep going. He’s in his element, moving like he’s part of the sand and sea. It’s kind of hot, watching him so focused.
“All right, one more,” he says, motioning for me to step closer to the water.
“Don’t get mad if I fall in,” I warn, but I do it anyway.
“You’d still look good,” he mutters, mostly to himself, and I swear I blush.