Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
“Good.” Her word was little more than a moan.
He sucked one nipple into his mouth, palming her other breast, working her until she was writhing beneath him. And then he switched breasts. He wasn’t rushing things tonight, not when nearly every sexual encounter they’d had to date was wild and nearly a frenzy. He liked it. Hell, he loved it. But he wanted to show Olivia exactly what she was coming to mean to him.
He nipped her hip bone and then soothed the spot with his mouth. She made a frustrated noise and lifted her hips, a silent demand he had no intention of ignoring. Cillian licked up her center, circling her clit. Her fingers laced through his hair, holding him in place. Like he wanted to be anywhere else. There was nothing like the feeling of this woman coming apart and knowing he was the cause.
“Wait.”
He froze. “Yes?”
She tugged on his hair. “I want you inside me when I come.”
Cillian paused to grab a condom from the drawer and roll it on, and then he settled between her legs. As he slid into her, it was a little slice of heaven here on earth. Olivia wrapped her legs around his waist, arching to meet each slow stroke. They moved in sync, almost like two halves of a whole.
It was good—too good.
He rolled onto his back, taking her with him. She caught herself on his chest with a soft laugh. “Changing positions?”
“I want to see you.” The only light in the room was the full moon, and it traced down her body in a way that could only be described as lovingly. He followed its path with his palm, ending on her hips. “Ride me, sweetheart. I want to see the look on your face when you come.”
“So demanding.”
“Only about things worth fighting for.”
She opened her mouth and seemed to reconsider. Before he could ask her what she was thinking, she started moving, rolling her hips and taking him deeper. With her hands on his chest and her body moving over his, it was almost unbearably intimate. Almost. He hooked the back of her neck and brought her down to kiss her, sealing their bodies together. The slow slide of her skin against his had him fighting for control, fighting to keep this going as long as possible.
She kissed him, the desperation of that point of contact a direct counterpoint to the way she rode his cock. He could feel her tightening around him, her movements becoming irregular, and he grabbed her hips to force her to keep the same rhythm that was going to send her over the edge. She gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. “Cillian.”
He barely waited for her to ride out the aftershocks before he flipped her onto her back and hitched her leg up over his arm. “You look so fucking sexy when you come, sweetheart. I’m never going to get tired of that.” He gave in to the instinct demanding that he pound into her, his control slipping further with each stroke. “And the feel of it. Fuck, it’s too good to put into words.”
“Then don’t.” She kissed him, and it was too much. His whole body went tight, his orgasm sweeping away everything but the feel of her. Cillian shifted to the side of her and drew her against his side.
Olivia gave him a sleepy, satisfied smile. “Careful. I could get used to this kind of wake-up.”
Good. He kept the word inside, though it was a close thing. She was going through so much right now. He wasn’t willing to be yet another man putting demands on her. He’d said he had no intention of letting her go, and he meant it. There was no point in pressing her about it—not while they were still dealing with the looming threat of her ex and half brother.
After? That would be a completely different story.
He got up and went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. By the time he got back, Olivia was asleep again. She turned toward him as he climbed back into bed, and he pulled her against his chest, wrapping his arms around her and letting the sound of her steady breathing ease what remained of his earlier tension. This was what it was all about.
He’d do damn near anything to keep this woman in his life.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Olivia woke to the sun on her face. She stretched and sighed, feeling better rested than she had in weeks. She sat up and rubbed a hand over her face. Hadley must have been more tired than I thought if she’s still sleeping. She glanced over Cillian to the clock on the nightstand. “Ten?”
No way.
A frisson of fear iced its way down her spine, but she did her damnedest to ignore it as she climbed out of bed. It had been a wild few days. It was absolutely logical that Hadley would be overtired and just had one of those random days that rarely came around and slept in. She’d thrown a horrible tantrum yesterday, after all, and she only did that when she was exhausted beyond all reason.