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“Don’t… don’t go.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
ADA
My heart is beating so hard and fast that it hurts.
My whole body feels like it’s on fire. My legs won’t stop trembling and my vision feels laser focused on the man in the doorway. I was so close to what promised to be a mind-blowing orgasm. Better than any I’ve had before. A fine sheen of sweat covers my body. I’m already so tense I feel like I could snap at any given moment.
It was a stupid, reckless, impulsive thing to ask him to stay. Now he’s looking at me like he could eat me alive and I almost want to let him. I should let him. I owe it to myself to make the best out of this situation, don’t I? He was waiting for me to say something. He was waiting for permission.
Can I do this? Can I speak the words that I’ve never said before? I’ve never offered myself to another man. Up until this very moment, the very prospect of trusting another person that deeply has always terrified me.
I’ve never wanted to give somebody that sort of power over my body. I’ve always been the only one in control of me. But if I did trust him with myself… what would happen?
Kieran’s eyes darken as he takes half a step into the room, not letting go of the door just yet.
The offer is clear.
Stay or go - he’s leaving the choice up to me entirely. My focus shifts to his hands, strong and powerful as my body aches to have them on me. I want to feel his lips and teeth raking over my skin. I want to know what it would feel like to have somebody who looks at me like he’s a starving man touch me so intimately.
I try to speak, but I can’t seem to find my voice, no matter how hard I try.
I have the opportunity in front of me, and I’m ruining it. I can feel the chance slipping through my fingers. It’s a small mercy when Kieran takes another step toward me.
“Something you want to say, gorgeous?”
The brogue really does something for me that I can’t explain. A slow, predatory smile curls the corner of his lips, a new sort of dark intensity coming over his eyes that sends a thrill deep into my core. I press my thighs together, letting the slight friction heighten the sensation. His movements are deliberate and measured as he moves closer to his bed. I might as well be glued to the spot.
“Because it almost seems like you wanted to invite me to join you.” Kieran’s hand trails over the messy bedding, inching closer to me as he walks around the side of the bed. His hands are so close to my leg but also so infuriatingly far away at the same time. “If that’s what you want, then I’m going to need you to say it.”
Embarrassment instantly sparks, my already-overheated body seeming to get just that much more uncomfortable.
“I-” I swallow hard against the inherent discomfort of saying something that I’ve never verbalized before. In my fantasies, I’m usually the one taking charge and going after what I want. But I’ve never been quite as strong as the dream version of myself.
“Yes? You’re going to have to loosen that tongue quite a bit to get what you want.”
I scrunch my eyes shut. “I need your help.”
“Do you? It seemed as if you were having a great time all on your own.” Kieran paused, smirking down at me. He grabs my hand from where it’s resting on the mattress, and slowly slideshis hand through mine. He places one knee on the bed, pulling our joined hands closer to his chest. “Or did you just run out of stimulation?”
He slides our joined hands up the bottom hem of his shirt, sliding over the toned planes of his stomach. I can feel every dip and curve in the muscle as he removes his hand and slides my hand alone as he holds my wrist gently.
A feather light touch moves up the curve of my arm as he gives me the freedom to touch him how I want - and by God I do.
I don’t think I can even breathe as I let his shirt slide up his torso, trailing the lines of his chest curiously. He leans over me, lowering his face down to mine.
I lift my chin in spite of myself but he seems to have no intention of kissing me. Not yet at least. I should have known that he wasn’t just going to make things easy for me.
“Say please,” Kieran whispers and I swear that sexy accent has a direct line to my core.
“Please.” I echo. It’s so much easier when he tells me what to do. It takes the embarrassment out of it.
I canfeelKieran smiling against the side of my face. “So obedient. I like that.”
He said to say please, and I have… and he hasn’t touched me. A soft groan of frustration leaves me accidentally. He grabs his shirt with one hand and pulls the thin cotton free over his head so that I can see every glorious inch of what I’ve been feeling with my hand.
“But, princess, I want to hear you beg for it.”
