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I remembered the way Ciaran pushed me against the wall and kissed me. His passion was off the charts.
“Yeah, no kidding,” I agreed. “We’ll figure it out tomorrow.” I wanted to ask him to go to bed with me, but I was uncharacteristically nervous. “We should get some sleep,” I said instead. That might prompt the next set of questions I desperately wanted to talk about without pushing the topic.
“Your room or mine?” Ciaran asked like it was no big deal. One of his eyebrows lifted and his lips spread into a shy grin.
My heart lurched into my throat. Ciaran was going to kill me. It was now a proven fact.
“Yours,” I said, my voice thick. “We’re less likely to trip over something in the middle of the night going to the bathroom.”
Ciaran’s grin spread. “That’s your reasoning?”
“It’s the one I’m going with,” I said with a laugh. I switched off the light to my bedroom as we went to Ciaran’s bedroom.
He wasn’t lying when he said it was like a hotel room. When it was Dante’s bedroom, my brother put his unique style on the room. After Miss Paulina converted it to a guest bedroom, it was devoid of almost any character. We left the lights off as we stepped out of our clothes. My eyes tracked his silhouette in the darkness. The curtains were not drawn, so moonlight spilled into the room.
From the bed, Ciaran said, “Leave your boxers on.”
I took in his strong, naked chest. My fingers itched to explore every inch of skin that he’d allow. My gaze dipped to the blond shadow of hair above the waistband of his boxer briefs.
I licked my lips involuntarily. I wanted to unwrap him like a present and then suck him until he came in my mouth.
I didn’t know how any of this was going to work because how on earth were we going to keep it reined in? The second I touched him, I might go feral. I’d already gotten a sense of Ciaran’s passionate side. Did he think he could abstain? He was playing with fire.
I’d be the strong one, I decided. I had to be. I cleared my throat. “Okay.”
Ciaran lifted back the duvet and slid into the bed, leaving room for me to climb in beside him. It was an out-of-body feeling when I got into position. We were both lying on our backs, looking toward the ceiling. I focused on my breathing, counting to ten, then twenty.
When his pinky touched mine, I very nearly climaxed in my boxers. Anticipation would be my undoing.
He then reached over and pressed his palm to my stomach. I hissed through clenched teeth.
No words were exchanged when his hand skimmed across my stomach, chest, and shoulders. My shivering and sudden inhalation of air conveyed more than words could ever say.
Ciaran’s finger teased near my waistband and I couldn’t withhold the moan that escaped my lips. My blood was boiling over and my hips instinctively pulsed upward.
There was no hiding the tent in my boxers. My cock and balls ached to be touched. Even a brisk breeze could set me off. My hands dug into the mattress to keep from touching him.
Ciaran shifted to his side and propped himself up on an elbow. Facing me, he threw a leg over mine, and just like that, his erection was pressing against my outer thigh.
“I like this spot,” he said as he threaded his fingers through the hair just above my boxers. “It’s soft.”
“Ciaran,” I croaked. My entire body was as tense as a volcano ready to erupt. “I’m not strong enough to remain passive. I am either going to attack you or jerk off in front of you. Either way, put me out of my misery, I’m begging you.”
A smile played at his lips. “I wondered how long you could lay there motionless before snapping.”
“You little fucker,” I growled as I pulled him atop me.
Ciaran chuckled and my heart pinched. I spread my legs to make room for him and was rewarded when his throbbing cock pressed against the sensitive spot between my cock and balls.
Perhaps it was a good thing the lube and condoms were in my bedroom. It’d keep us from doing more than Ciaran was comfortable with.
Feeling his weight and bare chest on me was heavenly. His mouth was hot and wet when it closed over mine, and I moaned into his lips.
Rocking into me experimentally, Ciaran kept a brisk thrusting pace as his hips ground into me. The friction heightened the sensation and the little whimpers he let out were going to be my undoing. If we kept this up, yes, it would rub my dick raw as hell, but I sure as hell would come, too.
My hands roamed his muscular back, down to his firm ass. My fingers wanted to reach beneath the boxers, to explore his crease. Instead, I cupped his ass, pulling him closer as his mouth explored mine.
Ciaran was not a quiet lover, which intensified everything. His moans were little erotic bursts that made me as hard as a rock. Our coupling was starting to become frantic and feverish, like we were close to crossing a dangerous line in the sand.
