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“Poor baby,” I whisper, my lips trailing down her neck as she arches against me. “Can’t wait, can you?”
Her hands grip my shoulders, her nails digging in as she grinds back. “Inside,” she gasps, her voice shaky. “Take me inside.”
I pull back just enough to look at her, my lips quirking into a grin. “Whatever you want, baby.”
She doesn’t let go of me as we head to the door, her hands clutching my jacket like she’s afraid I’ll disappear. Once we’re inside, I kick the door shut behind us, spinning her around and pinning her against it.
Her hands slide into my hair, tugging me down for another kiss. This one’s slower, deeper, but no less intense. My hands roam, sliding under her shirt to feel the warmth of her skin.
“You sure about this?” I ask, my lips brushing against her ear.
She nods, her breathing quick. “Stop talking.”
“Bossy,” I tease, but I’m already lifting her into my arms. She wraps her legs around my waist, her heels digging into my back as I carry her to the bedroom.
By the time we hit the bed, we’re a mess of tangled limbs and half-muttered curses. Clothes hit the floor in a blur, and then it’s just skin on skin, heat and need taking over.
Her hands are everywhere, her nails scraping down my back as I press her into the mattress. “Kieran,” she gasps, my name a broken whisper on her lips.
“Yeah, baby,” I murmur, my lips trailing down her neck. “I’ve got you.”
CHAPTER TEN
Daisy
Kieran’s lipsare hot against my shoulder, right where I know there’s a shadow of a bruise from the last time I had sex.
His mouth lingers, soft and teasing, before he presses his tongue to my skin, then his teeth. It’s not rough, not yet, but enough to remind me of Blaze.
I freeze for half a second, wondering if he’s going to say something, if the marks bother him. But when I look down, his light blue eyes are staring up at me like I’m the only thing worth seeing. He smirks.
“Pretty baby likes it rough, huh?”
My breath hitches. “You… you don’t mind?”
Kieran shakes his head, shaggy blond hair falling into his face. “That you have an active sex life? No, baby, I’m not selfish.” His hand slides over my thigh, warm and steady. “Have you seen how gorgeous you are? I’m pretty sure people are lining up begging for a chance. I know I’m lucky you even looked my way.”
I feel something in my chest unfurl.
“Kieran,” I whisper.
“I am jealous I met you today and not last year. The universe starved me of you, so I will beg before I fuck you. Can you please let me do one thing?”
Then he sucks on the side of my right breast. It makes it hard for me to form coherent thoughts.
“What?” My voice comes out more like a squeak, and his grin turns wicked.
“Eat you out. I need to taste you. Please, baby, I will lick your pussy so good. Let me slide my tongue inside you.”
He says it like a command, not a question, and before I can process it, his hands are on my waist, sliding me down onto the bed. I’m bare beneath him, my clothes long gone, and I should feel shy, but he doesn’t give me time for that.
His mouth is on my hip bone, teeth grazing as he murmurs, “Hold still, baby.”
The nickname sends a shiver through me, and I don’t even try to fight it. His lips trail down, but then I feel something cold—a brush of metal—against my skin as he slides down my body.
I gasp. “Kieran?—”
“Relax.” His voice is low, almost lazy. His hands are firm as he parts my legs wider, tugging me to the edge of the bed.
