Bottoms Up (Getting Lucky)

“Cillian…”

“Say my name again.”

“Cillian,” she whimpered. “I feel so—”

“Hungry for me, lass?”

“God, yes,” she moaned, and her eyes flickered closed for a second before she opened them, that hazy, pleasure-filled expression on her face growing even more intense.

I moved that last inch that separated us and slid my gaze tae her mouth. For a second, I just stood there and stared at her pink, bow-like mouth, my cock throbbing in time with my heartbeat.

“Stop me now, Aoife, because I don’t have the strength or willpower tae do it myself.” I started tae slowly lean down, my target in sight.

“Don’t stop,” she moaned, her lips parting slightly.

I wasn’t about tae stop, not with her. Not ever. “I canna be gentle, darlin’.” She closed her eyes then, moaning anew, her breath fluttering rapidly. “I want tae devour ye until there is no denying who ye belong tae.” I hadn’t meant tae say that last bit, but when she made another needy sound, I knew she was too far gone tae deny either of us. “Ye want that too, lass?” I already knew she wanted this, wanted me. But I was a greedy bastard and wanted her tae say it.

I reached out and ran the pad of my thumb over her bottom lip, and she shivered for me. “So receptive to me, sweet,” I growled again, my cock so fooking hard I could have come right then and there from just this close proximity, from just my finger on her lips.

“Ah, ye tremble for me. Ye have no idea how much that turns me on.” My voice was deep, no doubt my brogue thicker because of how hot she made me. I slid my hand along her cheek, over the side of her throat, and cupped her nape, pulling her in close so her chest slammed against mine. I groaned at the feel of her hard wee nipples scraping against my chest, easily felt through the thin material of our shirts.

She tipped her head back, and I stared intae her eyes, drowning in them. “I have this primal need tae make ye mine, tae show ye what that means.”

Her lips parted even more as she sucked in air.

Mine! That lone word echoed in my head over and over again.

She licked those full, pink lips, her pupils dilating from her lust. “Show me what that means,” she mewled. “Show me what it means to be yours.”

Mercy.

A heartbeat of silence passed before she whispered so low I almost didn’t hear, “But please, Cillian—” She was looking up at me with big, beautiful eyes. “—be gentle.” She licked her lips again. “I’ve never done anything like this.” She looked at my mouth now.

My heart jackhammered in my chest at the truth she just spilled, although I’d sensed how innocent she was, knew in my heart she was untouched. There’d been telling signs.

The way she blushed after I said something less than proper.

The fact that she’d bite her lip as she stared at mine, her thoughts clearly dirty.

My untouched lass. I’ll make this good for her. I have tae.

Although those words reverberated in my head, I found myself sliding a hand between our bodies to cup her pussy, her heat coming clean through her jeans. “Ah, sweetling, yer so primed for me. My little virgin.” I leaned in and claimed her mouth while I kept my hand on her pussy, pressing the heel of my palm against her, right over her clit. “I haven’t been with a woman in so long. I want tae think my total lack of interest in the opposite sex, the fact I couldn’t even look at another woman, was because I was waiting for ye tae come intae my life.”

Her body became even more liquid for me, her hands now gripping my shoulders, her nails digging intae my flesh. I hissed, because the pain felt so fooking good. Did she realize she moved her pussy back and forth over my hand? Did my wee Aoife hear the sexy sounds coming from her right now?

I added more pressure between her legs, and she held ontae me tighter. “You want me tae claim ye right here, lass?”

Aoife gasped, her eyes so wide, so innocent.

Go slow.

I leaned in so our mouths were only a hairsbreadth apart. I breathed in her scent, this innocent, sweet aroma that had me itching tae own her, tae claim and worship her. Tae devour her.

Sweat started tae bead on my brow, and I added yet more pressure between her legs. I used my free hand to run a finger over her mouth, gently pulling down her bottom lip, my gaze transfixed.

And then I leaned in and claimed her mouth with all the ferocity I felt. I wasn’t soft or gentle. I couldn’t be. My kiss was brutal, hard, and with a desire that rivaled all others.