I spread it along her waiting tongue, my dick starting to harden again at the sight of her on her knees with my cum in her mouth and dripping down her tits.
“Now be a good girl, swallow me down. Every drop.”
My cock twitches when heat flares in her eyes, and she closes her mouth and swallows, then licks her lips.
She’s going to bloody kill me, and what a fucking way to go.
Lifting her off her knees, I wrap my arms around her waist and haul her against me, pulling us under the water as I kiss her, slanting my mouth over hers and showing her just how thankful I am for what she just did.
She whimpers against my lips as she lifts on her toes, threading her fingers in my hair.
I’m so fucking lost in her taste, in feeling her hard, pebblednipples brushing along my chest that it barely registers when she pulls back, gasping.
“The water. Freezing!” Her voice is a squeak as she jumps back out of the spray that’s gone ice cold.
I run hot on a good day, so add in the fact that she’s naked and wet in my arms, I barely noticed. I laugh, reaching to turn the water off.
Rory’s nearly shivering in the corner when I shake my hair, spraying her with water, and she shrieks.
“Stop it, you big idiot!”
I rush toward her, pulling her to me and wrapping my arms tightly around her. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll warm you up.”
She blinks, a slow, sultry smile spreading on her face. Her fingers ghost along my chest. “Then let’s go home and finish what you started.”
CHAPTER 25
Rory
My apartment always feels smaller with Cillian in it.
Not only because he’s six foot four, two hundred something pounds of solid, unyielding muscle, but also because he’s the type of man who commands the energy of whatever room he walks into.
But tonight, it feels like the walls are closing in. The air is thick and heady with palpable tension that makes my lungs constrict, anticipation humming through me like a live electrical current.
Cillian slams the front door of my apartment shut behind him with a quick flick of his foot and stalks toward me. My breath hitches audibly when his rough palms slide along my jaw, cradling me tenderly in his hands. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything as bad as I want you, Rory.”
“Then take me.”
Without hesitation, his mouth crashes into mine and he swallows down the needy whimper that escapes, sweeping his tongue past my lips and kissing me until my legs tremble.
Until my heart is in my throat, and my core is throbbing.
I kiss him back eagerly, my tongue stroking his greedily as his palms glide down my body to the flare of my hips, lower, until they’re at the back of my thighs, and he’s lifting me off my feet. My legs wrap around his narrow waist, and I moan when I feel his erection as it juts against my sensitive clit.
Cillian tears his lips away, panting heavily against my mouth. “Do you feel how hard you make me, baby? How fucking much I want you?”
God, I love when he says things like this.
It’s so hot.
I nod, leaning forward and kissing him again, sucking on his bottom lip and nipping it with my teeth as he walks us down the hallway. He stops and presses me against the wall so his hands can roam.
They’re everywhere.
Large hands cupping my breasts, sliding along my waist, palming my ass.
Everywhere but where I need him.
