His words stung.
All my “nice-guys-only” dating rules mocked my trepidation. My frame trembled as if it was aware having sex with this man was going to crush my soul once we were finished.
“I wasn’t asking for more,” I heard myself say.
Accepting my answer, Kean pulled my t-shirt dress over my head as I kicked off my high heels, leaving me in nothing but my bra and panties. He lowered his mouth to my neck, pressing it against my throbbing pulse as he pulled his wallet from his dress pants pocket and removed a condom. With my eyes, I followed the wrapped package where it was tossed onto the bed as I questioned my sanity.
Was I really going to do this?
All it took for me to make my decision was the quick sleight of hand he used to unhook my bra, while the other pushed my underwear over my hips and down my legs.
Kean’s eyes slowly perused my body as he began to remove his clothes. “You’re fucking beautiful.”
I swallowed once. Watching with rapt attention, the removal of each piece of his clothing struck me speechless. I enjoyed every inch of skin that was exposed. And when he pushed down his boxer briefs and revealed a cock longer and thicker than any I had seen before, I gasped.
Pushing me back onto the bed, Kean rolled the condom over his cock and settled between my thighs while he parted my lips with his tongue. His mouth made promises I told myself not to put faith in. It claimed ownership of my body and made me feel wanted. I felt stronger. I felt secure.
With his hand, he guided himself through my wet folds, circling around my clit then placed the tip at the outside of my entrance.
“Ciaran, I’m sorry. I had planned to take my time with you but I don’t think that’s possible right now.” His apology was quick against my lips and left me unprepared for the single thrust he used to push his way deep inside.
We both groaned loudly as my walls clenched tightly at the invasion. The abrupt sting only lasted a minute as I stretched to accommodate him.
Once the pain faded, I clawed at his back, starving for more movement.
“I need you to fuck me hard,” I panted, withering underneath him.
Kean answered with another groan but his body responded without hesitation. Pulling all the way out, he slammed back in, causing my body to slide against the sheets. Placing my hands over my head, I pushed against the headboard as my body arched to meet his thrusts. The feeling of his rough fucking had me in total ecstasy.
“Oh fuck, Kean,” I moaned as his thrusts sped up.
Pushing harder and deeper, he reached down and pinched my overstimulated bundle of nerves. The sensation obliterated my system. My walls pulsed as my core tightened right before shattering into a thousand pieces.
“Ciaran, I’m not going to last. You feel too good, baby,” Kean rasped, right before he lowered his mouth and sucked hard on one of my nipples.
I screamed and, when I started to come for the second time, he came with me.
“Ciaran,” he breathed, my name an imploration from his lips.
With the weight of his body pressing me into the mattress, we both lay still as we each tried to catch our breath. I shut my eyes and let my head drop to the side. After a minute, his weight disappeared and the bed dipped with his movement.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yeah. I’m fantastic,” I panted.
“Yes, baby, you are.” His surprising laugh coupled with a kiss to my temple made me wish I would have kept my eyes open but by the time I looked he was already headed through a door off to the side of the room leaving me with a fantastic view of an ass I wanted to bite. It was a thought I had never had before in my life.
What was happening to me?
“Don’t move. I’ll bring a washcloth and some water.”
A weak nod was all I could offer, too exhausted and sated for words.
Drowsiness pulled heavily at my eyelids tempting me to fall asleep in the soft sheets but I couldn’t. A man who didn’t date or do commitments most definitely would not appreciate a woman he fucked staying the night.
Besides I still had to stop by Brenda’s to retrieve my purse.
Rolling my head to the other side I waited for him to return.
Chapter Fifteen
Ciaran
Light filtered in gently from behind my closed eyelids, plucking me from the calming sea of deep green I had been blissfully floating in.
My lids flicked open and took in the unfamiliar surroundings. It took a couple of seconds before I recalled I had been waiting on Kean to return after he graced me with two of the greatest orgasms I had ever experienced in my life.
I must have accidentally fallen asleep and stayed the night. I was instantly horrified.
Telling myself more than once to not overthink the situation, I finally persuaded my arms and legs to physically move. The simple act of pushing back the comforter had every muscle in my body protesting, but the dull aches and pains were nothing compared to the traumatic pounding of my heart.
I stood and looked around for my clothes but the only piece in sight was one of Kean’s t-shirts laying at the foot of the bed. Dropping it over my head, I made my way down the hallway to the living room.
The sun’s rays streamed through the windows declaring it was later in the day than I had thought. My eyes were struggling to adjust to the brightness when Kean’s muscular back came into view. Wearing only a pair of black lounge pants, he turned in my direction. A small smile stretched the heavier than normal scruff along his jaw as he took in my disheveled appearance.
“Hey,” I whispered awkwardly as I pulled at the hem of his shirt. “My clothes are missing.”
“I think I prefer what you have on,” he commented before nodding to a garment bag lying over the back of the sofa. “I sent your clothes out to be cleaned.”
When he shifted his stance slightly, both the sun and his gaze hit my face with an intensity that made me squint. I looked down at my bare feet. I was becoming more familiar with the strong emotions I felt when in Kean’s presence. They hummed through me like an electrical current and kept me on edge. “Kean, I feel like I should apologize.”
I sensed, rather than saw, his body moving towards me. The confident fluidity it moved with struck me in waves before it stopped directly in front of where I was standing.
“And what would you be apologizing for, Ms. Thompson?” he asked.
“I didn’t mean to fall asleep and stay the night. I’m sorry. I know it doesn’t mean anything. I guess I was just tired.” I stared at the bright pink nail polish on my toes. I couldn’t meet his eyes. I didn’t want to see his annoyance. Especially if I caused it.
“Ciaran, look at me.” His demand came out sharp.
I looked up; our gazes interlocked.
“If I hadn’t wanted you to stay overnight, I would have made it known.”
My traitorous heart leapt at his words, making me hate it with every ounce of my being. Had it not heard when he said he wasn’t looking for a commitment? It had no right to make assumptions because absolutely nothing existed between us. Yet the stupid organ was eager to attach itself to something it couldn’t have.
“I should go.”
I had only taken two steps when Kean’s arm wrapped around my stomach and pulled, causing my back to collide with his chest. His hand that splayed over my abdomen moved downward seeking the slick heat between my thighs that was hidden under his shirt.
“Kean,” I gasped.
“Ciaran, I’m glad you stayed the night. It saves me time from having to track you down so I can taste you again,” he whispered, then took my mouth over my right shoulder.
My body wilted against his indefensibly as I completely submitted to him.
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