Page 4 of Twisted Secrets
“Stop talking before I change my mind.” She kissed him, rolling her body against his until he cursed and kissed her back. The barely controlled desperation in every muscle of his body made her feel wild and free in a way she hadn’t in a very, very long time.
He guided her to stand, his hand going to the hem of her skirt. When he hesitated, she took his hand and guided it up to cup her between her legs. “You have a condom?” she asked.
“I don’t get you.”
“You don’t have to. Just don’t stop.”
“You don’t like me.”
“Nope.”
His thumb dipped beneath the band of her panties, stroking her so lightly, she was half-sure she imagined it. She made a sound of frustration and the bastard chuckled. “Damn, sweetheart. I think I like being someone you don’t like.”
He pushed a single finger into her, cursing when she clenched around him. She had the wild thought that it’d been too long and too much had happened and it would never work, but he pumped a few times, her pleasure building with each stroke.
She kissed him for everything she was worth, needing this more than she needed her next breath. A second finger joined the first, spiking her desire. “Yes.” She rolled her hips, trying to take him deeper, but he apparently wasn’t about to let her drive things.
Cillian’s whole hand dipped into herpanties, cupping her even as he continued working her. “When’s the last time—”
She reached down and squeezed his cock. “Are you really going to ruin this?”
“Hardly.” He slipped an arm around the small of her back, holding her in place while he stroked her, his thumb sliding over her clit, teasing her until her breath came in gasps and her whole body was strung so tight, it was a wonder she didn’t fly apart at the seams.
“The condom.”
He didn’t argue, just shifting enough that he could withdraw it from his pocket. She had the wild thought that he’d expected to take someone home tonight, but it didn’t matter. He had protection andthatwas the most important thing. He freed his cock and rolled the condom on. “How do you want it?”
Has anyone ever asked me that?
Stop thinking so much.
She turned around, shoved her panties to her knees, and braced her palms on the brick wall. Cillian’s chuckle curled her toes, and then he was there, pressing against her back, his lips on the sensitive spot behind her ear as he notched his cock at her entrance. “You think if I take you from behind that you won’t know it’s me.” He shoved into her, drawing a strangled cry from her mouth. His hand snaked around to stroke her. “Please, sweetheart. It’smycock inside you,myhand on your clit, and it’smewho’s going to make you come. Right. Fucking. Now.”
He filled her impossibly, the feeling of him sliding in and out of her almost too much. And he was right—there was no escaping the knowledge of him, like he was imprinting himself on her skin. He circled her clit ashe fucked her, surrounding her until her entire world narrowed down to Cillian and the orgasm that drew closer with every stroke.
“Now.” His free hand came up to cover her mouth, his words in her ear a dirty fantasy she never knew she had. “Let go.”
It was too late to go back, even if she wanted to. She came, crying out against his hand as he pushed her over the edge, her orgasm so intense, her knees actually buckled. He kept her pinned to him as his strokes became ragged, and he followed her over the edge, muttering her name as he did.
Olivia opened her eyes and tried to find her place in the new order of things. She took a deep breath, and then another.Nothing has changed. It can’t.But that was okay. He’d allowed her an escape, no matter how brief.
She withdrew and straightened her clothes, watching him out of the corner of her eye as he did the same. “Thanks.”
“Did you get what you wanted?”
She inhaled sharply. “That’s not what this was.”
“Don’t insult me.” He took her elbow and walked her out of the alley. “That’s exactly what this was. You had a need and I fulfilled it—gladly.” He flagged down a cab that had just deposited a group of men in front of Jameson’s. She started to protest, but the look he gave her stopped her dead in her tracks.
Still, she made herself keep going. “I’m taking the red line.”
“Sweetheart, you can barely walk straight right now. Put your pride in the backseat and let me get you a cab.”
“But—”
He gripped her chin exactly theway he did when he first kissed her, those dark eyes seeing entirely too much. “You’ll be seeing me again, Olivia.”
He didn’t wait for an answer, opening the back door and guiding her inside. Then he shut the door before she could formulate a response, shoving some money at the cabdriver and stalking away. Olivia watched him go, her body still aching from his touch, her mind terrifyingly blank.
