I stared at her, tightening my hold on her again. I leaned back and tried to find the answers in her gaze.
“Kiss me,” she whispered again. I’d have been a fool to resist.
I slammed my lips down on hers and devoured her.
21 Caroline
Kiernan’s kiss chased away the memories and hateful thoughts that had been consuming me. I wound my arms around his neck and arched my body into his. The long, thick column of his cock pressed against my stomach.
I felt this kiss down to my toes.
It was the kiss. It wasn’t two people pressing their lips together. It was all-consuming and passionate. Life changing. Nothing else mattered except for his lips and tongue. And his hands, roaming over my body. I was wet. My nipples were pebbles. My clit pulsed with need. I was coming undone at the seams, and we were only getting started.
My hands trailed over his chest and abs until I reached the point where his shirt ended. I pushed my hands under the fabric, feeling his solid form beneath them. Since the photoshoot, I’d been fantasizing about having my hands on his body again and about his being on mine. The planes of his chest were warm and hard. I brought my hands back down to the bottom of his shirt and pushed the fabric up.
Kiernan broke our kiss and traced a finger over my cheek, down to my lips, and across my bottom lip. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I said and pulled his shirt off the rest of the way. My voice was husky and filled with desire. “I need you.” I’d never admitted that to anyone before. I was independent and spent most of my time alone. I needed Kiernan. Right now, I needed to feel him inside me. I was too scared to analyze it any further, thinking about how else I might need him.
My eyes swept over his body. In the dim light of the kitchen, the peaks and valleys of his muscles created shadows across his form. I leaned forward and planted a kiss against his chest, smoothing my fingers over each ripple of his abs. Kiernan groaned. Large, calloused hands trailed down my body to the curve of my ass and down to my thighs. He lifted me off the ground, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as I yelped and looked down. “Kiernan…” I started to protest and unwrap a leg from around him.
His hand gripped my thigh tightly. “Shut it. Don’t even think it. You’re perfect. I love your body and I’ve been dreaming of it.”
I licked my lips and nodded, deciding to trust him. Wrapped in his strong arms and leaning against the vast expanse of his chest, I didn’t feel like I was too big for him. I fit perfectly against him, like we’d been two puzzle pieces just waiting to connect and fit together.
Kiernan strode to my bedroom and kicked the door closed behind him. “Don’t want to be interrupted by Harmonica,” he said and grinned. He turned and pinned my back to the door before ripping my shirt over my head. I arched my back, unhooking my bra, and let it drop to the floor. Heat rose in my cheeks as Kiernan’s eyes trailed down my neck and to my breasts.
My hands curled into fists on his back as I resisted the urge to cover myself. When his eyes met mine again, I gasped. He didn’t say a word, but I read it all in his features. With him, I was safe. I was cherished. Under his gaze, I wasn’t broken, undesirable, or something to be discarded. He didn’t see me that way. I was beautiful.
Our lips crashed together again. He pushed his hips against me and brought his hands to my breasts, tweaking my nipples. His lips left mine and trailed down my skin until he sucked a nipple into his mouth. I moaned, arched my back, and begged for more.
Somewhere in the distance the oven timer rang, but we both ignored it. Kiernan carried me to the bed and fell on top of me, still kissing and sucking on my skin. I fumbled with his belt and the button of his jeans until he rose from the bed, removing the rest of his clothes while staring at me. His gaze roamed over my body, and I felt it like a caress.
My throat felt dry as he stood before me naked. Every inch of him seemed to have been carved from stone. He exuded power. He stroked his long, hard cock, squeezing the head. My heart hammered in my throat, and I couldn’t even blink. From his golden hair all the way down to his toes, the man was divine. He made me ache.
My hands grazed over my stomach to my breasts, and I tweaked my nipples, still unable to look away from him. Kiernan had bewitched me. He groaned and his chest puffed out. One second he was standing tall in front of me, and the next he had me naked along with him and his hands were everywhere, driving me into a lust-filled frenzy.
Kiernan’s fingers circled my clit, and his tongue traced the column of my neck. He whispered in my ear as fingers entered me. “Words don’t fail me often, but seeing you naked and needy for me has left me speechless. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Caroline. Fuck. There’s so much I want to do to you, but first I have to taste you. You’re so fucking sweet, and I need to know if your pussy is just as sweet.”
My breath hitched. Kiernan kissed down my body, leaving a trail of goose bumps in his wake. I’ve had men between my legs before, but it always felt like they were doing it because they thought they had to before the main event. But Kiernan’s growl as he spread my thighs and breathed in deeply made me quiver
