“You want to what?” He teased quietly.
“I want to…” I started, but I couldn’t think with his hands holding me like this, with the tension between us so thick I thought I’d perish if we didn’t close the gap between us so I could taste his mouth again.
“If you tell me, I’ll give it to you.” He promised after a tortuously long time,finallyclosing the distance between our lips. He was sweet and his kisses were gentle, but his hands… His hands were not gentle or innocent. The one hand was up my skirt palming at my ass and his other was wrapping around my waist, making sure I wouldn’t fall because my knees were starting to grow weak. His fingertips moved from my ass to graze my inner thighs, no doubt feeling the intense heat coming from my core. It wouldn’t surprise me if, no, when he pulled his hand back, it was wet and shiny.
“Tell me, baby. What do you want?” His voice was low and breathless. Sending a jolt of heat to my core. I swear, I can’t handle any more teasing without being able to do something about it. I was used to not finishing, I don’t think I’ve come in at least two years, but Kieron’s words, his hands, his mouth, hell, justhim, was making me more wet than I’d ever been. I’m sure that this brand-new underwear that I’d gotten were already destroyed.
“I want to see all of yours. Your tattoos. You look like you’ve gotten more since last time.” My words stuttered as Kieron moved onto my neck.
“I have definitely added to my collection over the past five years.” He said with a smirk and bit down softly on the juncture of my neck. If he hadn’t been holding me up, I would have fallen. I groaned at the feeling of his teeth on my neck and my eyes fluttered shut.
“You like that, don’t you?” Kieron said huskily in my ear and I nodded quickly.
He stepped back and ripped his jacket off his body, letting it fall to the ground with a heavy thump. The white t-shirt he was wearing was doing holy work, wrapping around his biceps so well and highlighting all the dark ink that graced his arms.
As I was ogling him, I heard him chuckle before he stepped completely out of my reach and smirked at me in that way that meant heknewwhat he was doing to me. Then again, it wasn’t like I was trying to hide it very hard. He reached overhead and grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled it up overhead.
Logically, I know I’ve seen his body before, but all I could think was Hot. Damn. And stare at his torso as my mouth started to water.
“You’re beautiful,” I said softly, walking up to him to put my hands over his chest and trace the intricate lines and details of the tattoos that covered his chest. It looked like he was sculpted from marble; his chest and ab muscles showed just how much time he spent honing his body into the weapon and piece of art it is. His arms and shoulders were thick, lined with muscle and I could not wait until they were wrapped around me. I could feel the sturdy, strong warmth of his chest under my hands and I traced the main tattoo that spanned shoulder to shoulder.
“Teaghlach go deo, anois agus i gcónaí.” I tried to sound out the strange letters and combinations that were scrawled in elegant script across this chest with vines and roses sprouting from the words. “What does it mean?”
“It means, ‘family forever, now and always’.” He said in a gentle tone.
“It’s beautiful.”
“I got it when I was inducted into the clan officially.” He explained. “Most of the original family still gets some kind of variation of that quote, to prove to the elders that they are in this life permanently.”
My hand travelled along the tattoo, lightly grazing his skin. I looked up at his expression and his jaw was taunt, his eyes closed and his head slightly tilted up as if he was in pain.
“Is this okay?” I asked softly, continuing to run my fingers over his inked skin, memorizing the designs.
He nodded stiffly. I started to worry that I was bothering him or hurting him somehow, but then I felt his hardness press against me lightly.
He wasn’t in pain; he was turned on.
Just by me touching him like this.
I felt powerful. This incredibly strong, giant, sexy, god of a man was turned on by me lightly touching him.
“You’re so strong.” I whispered, pressing a soft, chaste kiss to the middle of his chest, right over one of the words that bound him to his clan.
“You’re so sweet.” I whispered, pressing another kiss to the hollow of his throat and was rewarded with a shiver.
“You’re so sexy.” I whispered again, letting my hand trail down his chest, over his stomach and lightly dip under the button of his jeans.
“Don’t tease me,” He groaned, the words coming out more breathless and softer than I’m sure he was wanting.
“I’m not…Sir.” I said in his ear.
It was like a dam broke because all of his control, all of the tension that was holding him back, released and he scooped me up in his arms, pressing his lips to mine almost violently.
“You know what that does to me.” He growled, pulling the sweater and tank over my head aggressively, leaving me in just a bralette.
“I remember.”
“Then if you don’t want this, if you want me to stop, you need to tell me now so I can set you back on the ground, walk you to your room and go take a cold-ass shower before I explode.” He said quickly.
