Page 23 of Sparring Partners
“How was that, Princess?” Kieran shifted back, balancing his weight over his heels, and tugged Lily up so her hips rested on his thighs.
She hummed her pleasure and watched him with half-lidded eyes, relishing the glorious way his cock disappeared within her on every thrust. Soon his breathing grew heavy, and beautiful serenity spread across his face.
With a delicious moan, he collapsed over top her—his weight a welcome blanket.
She inhaled, filling her lungs with pride and dreamy satisfaction. Unbidden, a giggle trembled through her chest and slipped between her lips.
Kieran propped himself up on his elbows and raised a brow. “What’s so funny?”
“Don’t be mad.” Lily held a hand to her mouth, taming her laughter. “I was just imagining my ex’s face if he could see us right now.”
“Wanna make him a sex tape?” Kieran’s fingers trailed down her side, inching closer to her clit once again.
Vovik would lose his ever-loving mind.
“Don’t tempt me.” Lily grinned into another kiss and nipped Kieran’s bottom lip. “How about a shower?”
“Tempting.” He kissed down her neck, letting his lips explore her skin once more. “But I shouldn’t rile myself up again. I only keep one condom on me.”
“I have a whole box beneath my bed.”
His lazy kisses stopped, and Kieran glanced up with a renewed heat simmering in his eyes. “In that case, Princess, lead the way.”
ChapterEight
If it wasn’t for the bare caress of Lily’s body against his and the contented sigh she released when she rested her forehead against his neck, Kieran would’ve shoved their clothes on and taken her back to his place because who the hell had installed her shower head? The water was so weak, it took far longer than it should have to rinse away his cum.
At the peak of her orgasm, it’d taken everything in him not to finish with her, but watching the color bloom hot on her skin and the bowing of her body was worth the torture. He hadn’t lasted much longer. Not that Lily complained. Judging by the way her fingertips danced over the ridges of his muscles, she might have her own plans for round two.
His cock stirred against her hip, and the curve of her lips stretched against his skin.
“What are you thinking about?” she purred, her fingertips chasing droplets down his sternum.
She didn’t need to know the power she already had over him with those plush lips. He reached around her and pumped some of her shampoo into his palm. “Would you believe me if I said your water pressure?”
Lily smothered her laugh against his neck and combed her fingertips through the short hairs at his nape. “Absolutely not.” Her hand on his chest dipped lower, coasted over his abdomen, which tightened without his say so, and further down until…her trajectory diverted, and her soft palm settled on his hip.
Tease.He nudged her body between his arms and worked her shampoo, something at once floral and citrusy, into her roots.
With a sweet whimper that did nothing to fight his arousal, Lily melted against him. She lifted her head and tipped it back, her eyes closed. “Oh, I forgot how good this feels,” she whispered.
Who was the last person to coax that noise out of her? Jealousy crept into his chest like the roots of a weed. He filled his lungs with air until his rib cage creaked, crowding out the feeling. It was none of his fucking business. Maybe it’d just been a while since she’d had her hair washed at a salon.
Or maybe her ex hadn’t given her the affection she deserved.
Kieran clenched his jaw until it ached. What the hell was he even thinking? This wasn’t serious. This was an arrangement of convenience. Something fun to take the edge off and a way to keep Carter’s greedy fucking hands off Lily.
He exhaled through his nose and turned them both so his shoulders no longer shielded Lily from the spray. At least with the crappy water pressure, he had extra time to work through whatever war zone was going on in his head while he rinsed out the suds. When the last bubbles cleared the ends of her hair, he turned them both again so he could finger comb the conditioner in from the ends up.
“How do you know how to do that?” she asked, her voice far-off and dreamy. She melted like putty in his hands.
“Do what?”
“The conditioner.” One sky-blue eye peeked for a precious second before disappearing again with a flutter of lashes.
“This isn’t my first rodeo.” It wasn’t a brag, but he wasn’t ashamed of his active sex life. He hadn’t been shy with his body when he was younger, but he’d been careful. He’d always been careful.
Lily dropped her forehead against his chest, her skin hot against his. “How many?”
