I’m dreaming that Avery’s luscious lips are wrapped around my dick and that her skilful tongue is swirling eagerly around my crown. One slim hand cradles the base of my length while the other cups my balls.
Fuck.
I moan load enough to drag myself from my sex induced slumber.
And I’m not dreaming.
Avery’s luscious lips are wrapped around my dick.
And her skilful tongue is swirling eagerly around my crown.
What a wake-up call.
I whip the duvet from us so I can get the full view of her stunning, naked body. ‘I think there’s a law against sex acts on a person who’s unconscious. Consent and all that.’
She pops her lips off my tip. ‘So call the cops then.’ She quirks a brow and her tongue darts out to clean up the precum dripping from my dick. ‘Mmm. You taste fucking amazing.’
‘We agreed to one night.’
‘You want me to stop?’ she asks before deep throating me in a way that has my lower back arching from the bed.
‘Fucking witch,’ I hiss. Her laughter reverberates around my dick. ‘Come, sit on my face. This is the last time I’m going to make you come, so you better make the most of it.’ I wrap a hand around her silky soft hair, drawing it up in a ponytail, and gently pull her up the bed, letting go only when she straddles my waist reverse cowgirl style. She inches backwards and I watch as the smooth spheres of her ass back up over my chest. I should have fucked it last night when I had the chance.
She takes my cock in her mouth again and I grab her hips, positioning them until she’s dripping onto my face. I offer her one languid lick and she moans. The vibrations of it around my cock combined with the taste of her sweet arousal are almost enough to send me over the edge. I sink my tongue into her centre, fucking her with it over and over again as she takes me deep into her throat. There are so many things I’d love to do to her, but I can’t.
We had sex four times last night and each time we did, she took a bit more of me—parts that I swore I’d never give to any woman again.
Fire licks my skin. I’m so close to blowing. Avery sucks my dick like she was put on this earth entirely for that purpose. The idea of filling her mouth with my come has my balls throbbing with the need to blow. I’m holding on for my fucking life here.
Her thighs begin to tremble, so much so that I have to hold them steady. I move my mouth to capture her clit and she cries out a split second before her orgasm rattles through her like a train.
Thank fuck.
Mine is two seconds behind her. Pure carnal pleasure steals every fucking sense I have as my come floods her mouth. She swallows and swallows like she’s as fucking turned on by it as I am. If the fresh bout of wetness on my tongue is anything to go by—she is.
She keeps me in her mouth until she’s milked every last drop, then spins around to face me. Her cheeks are flushed, breasts heavy, and there’s a glint of determination in her blue eyes. She places a knee on either side of my hips. ‘One more time.’
‘Avery,’ I sigh.
This woman. She’s fucking everything, but she’ll never be mine. Not really. Which is why I’ve got to stop taking her like she is.
‘Please, Killian.’ Her voice cracks and I’m done for.
‘When we get out of this bed, that’s it—for real.’ Am I trying to convince her, or myself?
Her lips split into a smile that squeezes my heart.
Fuck.
This has to be the last time.
If I give her much more of myself, there’ll be nothing left. She’ll have every fucking piece of me. I pat the pillow beside me. ‘Lie next to me.’
She does as I ask—for once—falling into the space beside me. I pull the heavy duvet over us and turn on my side to face her. Our eyes meet, hers wide and wondrous, mine, desperate to soak in every detail of this moment so I can summon it in technicolour glory for the rest of my life. I brush her hair back from her face, stroke a thumb over her full lips, then run my fingers along the column of her throat and then lower.
‘Finally, I have your attention,’ she jokes.
‘You’ve always had my attention, sweetheart—whether I wanted to give it to you or not.’ The words rush out of their own accord. I trace the curves of her breasts, worshipping her smooth, flawless skin with fleeting strokes. Goosebumps scatter in every direction, and satisfaction surges through my veins.
‘I wish you’d lavish me with it all the time.’ She reaches for my face, tracing the hard line of my jaw before fingering the tattoos on my neck like she’s mapping out every inch of me for her memory too. ‘I wish we could do this at home.’
I bring her fingers to my lips and kiss the tips one by one. ‘I can’t protect you if I’m distracted.’
It’s not just that though. If Avery did any other job in the world, I’d break my own rules for her. I’d make her mine. But I can’t stand every man on the planet ogling her. The thought makes me positively feral, which is why we can’t go there. I’d be sent down for murder.
‘Last night…’ Her sentence hangs in the air unfinished. She wets her lips. ‘You said I was yours. You demanded I say it too.’
‘Roleplay.’ I’m not fooling either of us.
Especially not with the way I can’t keep my hands off her.
‘What if…?’
‘Don’t, sweetheart.’ She’d never understand. I’d never ask her to give up her job; I’d never put her in a position where she had to choose between me and her work. It wouldn’t be fair. Even if she chose me, she’d only resent me for it afterwards. And it’s all very well saying yes, let’s give this thing a go between us, but it doesn’t take a psych graduate to figure out I have more baggage than a long-haul Aer Lingus flight midsummer.
I kiss her then, partly because there’s nothing either of us can say to change the situation, and partly because the need to claim her mouth claws at my insides like a predatory beast.
My hand roams over her hips, then dips between her legs. She pulls her foot up to rest on her knee and opens her thighs to me. I love how unashamedly she seeks my touch. I circle her swollen clit with my fingers and she reaches for my rock solid cock. ‘I could play with you for fucking hours.’
‘Prove it.’ Her breathy tone is weighted with challenge.
A low chuckle rumbles in my throat. ‘What about the ELEGANCE meeting you’ve been manifesting for years? Shouldn’t you be preparing for that?’ Now I think about it, ELEGANCE isn’t Avery’s scene, but I don’t have time to think about it because she says, ‘I’ve been manifesting my vagina meeting your dick too and look how that turned out.’
‘Dirty girl.’ I click my tongue against the roof of my mouth. I knew she’d be confident in bed, but fuck, the woman is dynamite.
‘Only for you.’ She sighs as I nudge her onto her back. She spreads her legs in invitation.
I pause, committing the sight to memory. With tousled hair and flushed cheeks, she’s more beautiful than any airbrushed, staged magazine photo and—believe me—I have copies of every single one of them.
I run my fingers over her breasts and her rosebud nipples preen beneath my touch. She’s so fucking responsive. I slide my hand over her stomach, splaying my fingers over her flawless skin, revelling in how small, how feminine she looks beneath my huge hand.
‘Killian,’ her voice aches with need.
‘Don’t rush me.’ I trail my fingers lower between her legs. She’s saturated.
‘Are you always this wet?’
‘Only for you.’
‘Just me?’ I demand.
‘Yes.’
‘Good girl.’ The thought of anyone else turning her on renders me positively murderous.
‘You drive me fucking crazy,’ I admit, climbing between her legs, kissing her clavicle and inhaling the scent of her skin, her hair and that damn intoxicating perfume. If I was obsessed with the woman before, I’m head over fucking heels for her now. Which is lethal. It could literally ruin me.
‘The feeling is mutual,’ she says. ‘And imagine, I used to think I hated you.’ She reaches for my ass cheeks, dragging me closer until my dick is nestled against her wet, inviting entrance.
‘You hated that I didn’t react to you.’ I nip her neck as I slide myself gently inside her, savouring every sensational second. ‘But now you know exactly what kind of reaction you incite in me.’ I look down. If I live for a hundred years, I’ll never tire of the sight of my cock in her.
Her gaze follows mine, and a low moan rushes out of her throat.
‘You feel so fucking good, sweetheart.’ I pull out, slowly, before gliding back in, revelling in this rare sense of intimacy. I’ve never had sex like it. Never had sex with a woman who could make me laugh and lust after her in the same second.
My lips find hers and this time when we kiss its slow and sensual, like we’re both savouring every second. Her tight channel flutters as she grinds her pelvis against me. I work her good and slow, drawing it out. I wish we could do this forever.
She stares up at me with glassy, awe-filled eyes, her palms roaming over my pecs. I wish I could freeze this moment. Her quads tense beneath mine and her whole body goes taut. She’s about three seconds away from coming on my cock. The knowledge is enough to catapult me into my own cataclysmic oblivion. Pure fucking ecstasy rips through my entire body. We cling to each other, rutting and clawing as we both shudder through life’s most basic but beautiful gift—raw animalistic pleasure.
When we finally stop shaking, I roll onto my side and pull her into my arms, cradling her on my chest. She snuggles into me, wrapping an arm around my waist. Something wet lands on my pec. It takes me a minute to realise it’s a tear. Avery’s tear.
I rock up, cradling her face in my hands. ‘Did I hurt you?’ Horror takes hold of me.
She shakes her head, and another tear streaks her cheek. It slices my gut like a knife.
‘What is it then?’
She shakes her head again and jerks her head back.
‘Tell me,’ I growl.
‘It’s nothing.’ She wipes her face with the back of her hand.
‘Tell me.’ I lift her into my lap so she’s facing me. Her blue eyes are dull.
‘I’m just sad, you know?’ She tears her eyes from mine.
‘I don’t know, woman. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not fluent in emotion.’ I brush a thumb over her damp cheeks. ‘Why are you sad?’
She hesitates, and I drop my hands to her hips, holding her on my lap. ‘That it’s over.’ She swallows thickly.
I suck in a breath.
She’s crying over me?
Fuck.
This is so much worse than I imagined.
All these sensations I’m struggling to process—all the parts of me I’ve spent years trying to protect, they’re the parts that she wants.
‘I’ve been attracted to you for years. It was easier when I thought you were an attractive asshole. But now I know better. I’m sad it’s over before we had the chance to begin. I’ll be fine when you catch the stalker, but being in this proximity with you, and not being able to touch you…’
‘I told you repeatedly, I’m not a good man, Avery.’ Case in point, the recently deceased paparazzi found in the Wicklow mountains.
‘I bet you’re not as bad as you think.’
‘I’m worse.’ I tuck a tousled strand of hair behind her ear.
‘Because you’ve killed people?’ she blurts. I stiffen, fingers freezing in her hair. ‘I have a fucking doctorate in psychology. I can read you, even when you’re stoically reserved. You were a soldier. Killing people is part of the job.’
‘You don’t know the half of it.’
‘I have a fair idea, but the past is the past, whatever you’ve done. I’m more interested in what you choose to do with your future. I know you, Killian. You have a huge heart in there somewhere. Why are you so protective of it?’
‘Be glad I am. You’ve had a narrow escape.’
‘What if I don’t want to escape?’
‘Don’t say things like that or you’ll find yourself handcuffed to this bed for the duration of this trip. You know I find it difficult to say no to you.’
I don’t want this to be over. But I don’t see how we can have a future. Not when I’m the way I am. And I’m not naïve enough to think I can change. Other men ogling my woman, jerking off to her picture in magazines; it’s never going to be okay with me.
‘Handcuffs sounds good to me.’ A strained smile touches her lips.
I can’t give her what she wants. I want to… but I can’t.
But… we’re here for three more days. I can give her that.
I sigh. ‘I’m not boyfriend material, sweetheart. But while we’re in San Francisco, I suppose we can…’ I motion between us, once again at a loss for the right words for what we’ve been doing. Fucking doesn’t cut it. It’s so much more, which is problematic on so many levels.
Her entire face lights.
‘Seriously though, baby, when we go home, we have to get back to normal. I’m not good for you. And let’s not forget we have a stalker on the loose.’ Though, with a bit of luck, he’ll be tied to a chair and ripe for torturing by the time we get home.
‘You’re exceptionally good for my vagina. And I think the safest place I can be is in bed with you. Which is why I think we should order room service and stay here for the day.’
I might not be boyfriend material, but Avery Williams is wife material.
It’s official.
