Page 61 of Drifting Hearts
“Yeah,” I finally croaked out. “I’ll draw something for you.”
“Good.” Kieran plucked the book from my fingers and set it aside. “Later, though. I have another gift.”
He swept me close and ground against me. “This one’s indecent, though.”
Laughing, I threw my arms around him. Kissed him. Laughed again. Lighter and more free than I’d felt in years. “My favorite kind.”
Chapter 30
Kieran
I’d spend my wholelife trying to make Clay smile the way he did before he kissed me. As he kissed me. His joy made him glow and I wanted to revel in the light he shone.
I never expected him. Not in a million years. Not even when he was shoved into my life. But now I couldn’t imagine my life without him.
I turned and pressed him against the wall, pinning him there. He let out the most delicious moan when I wedged my thigh between his legs. I wanted to take him apart piece by piece. Clay’s hands worked their way under my shirt, skimming warm touches across my skin.
Still in the first stages of love, the first flush of romance, every touch should have felt new, but it seemed like I’d known his touch for lifetimes. Like my soul knew his.
Clay ground against my thigh, riding it like he wanted to get off just like that. I broke away from the kiss and let my lips dance along the line of his jaw.
“Something you need?”
He growled at me, and it was kind of adorable. Like an angry kitten.
“You know what I need.” Clay relaxed in my arms, leaning against the wall. He stared up at me, tracing patterns of love on my flesh with his fingertips. He looked at me like I held the answers. No—like I was the answer. I kissed him then, long and slow. Licking my way into his mouth, I let my hands and my mouth do the talking.
And when he was breathless, writhing against me, desperate for friction, I scooped him up off his feet and carried him the short distance to the bed.
The cabin was a single room with a small kitchen and an even smaller living space, but the bed was fucking huge. I tossed him down and tore my shirt off over my head. Clay did the same, then scrambled to get rid of his pants. I watched him flick the button open and shove them down to his ankles.
He glanced at me, then grinned. “What, never seen a man undress before?”
I shook my head. My thoughts were ridiculous, but I shared them anyway. “I was just thinking how nice it was to see you use both hands.”
Clay leaned back and skated his hand down his bare chest. His gentle touch went lower and, with a sultry smile, he wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked. “While I did learn to use my left hand for a lot of things, jerking off just wasn’t the same.”
Clay stroked again, tilting his head back, and his Adam’s apple looked fucking bitable. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip and he moaned, putting on a show for me. I didn’t know where to look. His whole body was a work of art. Even the pale complexion of his newly un-cast arm was sexy as hell to me. It spoke of all the shit he’d been through and that he’d come out the other side, ready to heal. He was so fucking strong.
Clay opened his eyes and looked at me, his gaze heated, kind of scared too, maybe, underneath. I stripped out of the rest of my clothes then prowled over to him, climbed on the bed, and blanketed him with my body, acting like a shield. He wound his arms around my neck and pulled me down into a kiss.
Fiery. Soft. All tongue and breath. Gentle brushes of lips before it deepened into something fierce and needy. Teeth clanking as fingertips dug into my flesh. He hooked a leg around me and encouraged me to rut against him. God, the feeling of our flesh grinding together was too much. And not enough.
I paused only to grab the supplies off the nightstand. I set the condom aside and focused instead on adding a generous amount of lube to our dicks. Clay’s legs splayed wide, his rigid cock lying flat against his stomach. The tip was red and wet with precum. I loved the thick vein that traveled down the underside of his cock, leading the way to his balls, high and tight against his body. He was art. Desire personified. And impatient.
“God, please, Kieran.” He thrust into the empty air as if to prove his desperation. As though I couldn’t see it in the lines of his body. The way he held himself in a state of perpetual anticipation.
I wrapped my hand around both of us and watched the way Clay went boneless as satisfaction and even more desire swept through him. His eyes fluttered shut and I watched the way his face smoothed. Watched him smile, then open his eyes to look at me again.
I needed him in all the ways I could have him. In my life, my heart, my bed, my future.
“Don’t make me wait anymore,” Clay told me.
“But waiting is—”
“Evil,” he interrupted. “Waiting is evil.”
“Being evil can be fun,” I teased, but at the sight of his pout, I released his cock and grabbed the condom.
