Page 121 of Filthy Hot Billionaire
I wanted this, wanted him. I wanted to covet this sensation, cling to the awareness of being wanted by someone. Without thinking, I reached for him, my fingers sinking into his silky hair, holding him there because I didn’t want to risk him disappearing.
Kieran’s hands moved, wandering down my bare shoulders, my arms. When he got lower, I felt cool air caress my overheated skin as he parted the sheet. Strong fingers slid over my hips. A soft growl sounded in Kieran’s chest, and the next thing I knew, he lifted me off the ground, my legs instinctively wrapping around his hips as he pressed me into the wall.
The throbbing between my thighs was a physical reminder of how I yearned for what we’d shared yesterday. I could feel the hard ridge of his erection against my sex. I should’ve been mortified by my wanton behavior, but I wasn’t. I was desperate.
Cool air caressed my stomach a second before I felt Kieran’s smooth, warm hand on my flesh. He didn’t hesitate, cupping my breast while he feasted on my lips. I moaned softly as a riot erupted within me, my body roaring to life, the flames of arousal licking hot and bright along every nerve ending.
But then it all stopped.
Kieran pulled his mouth from mine, but he didn’t lower me to the ground. His hand remained on my breast, his thumb grazing my nipple as he pressed his forehead to mine.
“What’s wrong?” I heard myself ask.
“Nothing, love,” he rasped. “Absolutely nothing.”
Then why had he stopped? Why wasn’t he kissing me? Touching me?
“If we keep this up, I’m going to fuck you again.”
If Kieran expected me to heed that warning, he didn’t know me all that well.
“Then you should fuck me,” I whispered, holding his gaze.
I saw the flash of surprise, but it was quickly masked by the same heat that plagued my body.
“I want to feel you inside me, Kieran,” I told him honestly.
He growled softly, and I expected him to kiss me again, to let those wonderful hands roam my body, but his kiss didn’t come.
When Kieran finally lowered me back to my feet, I released him, once again embarrassed by my body’s reaction to what he was offering, more so to my blatant request for it. The same request that he’d denied.
“Stop,” Kieran growled when I tried to get away from him for no other reason than to lick my wounds and hide the effect of his rejection.
I stilled, pressing my back to the wall, trying to put space between us.
His finger curled under my chin again, this time more forceful when he tilted my head back.
“Look at me, Emily.” His lyrical words were demanding, but not in a scary way.
I forced my eyes open, met his stare.
“I want you more than my next breath,” he said on a heavy exhale. “But not yet, love. Not like this.”
Not likewhat, I wanted to ask. He hadn’t had a problem with it yesterday. Why was today different?
As though he’d heard my silent question, he said, “Knox is waiting.”
He could’ve doused me with ice water, and it wouldn’t have made my blood chill any faster. I wrapped the sheet tightly around me, covering myself and my shame.
“Get dressed,” he said firmly, taking a step back, his hand falling to his side.
Feeling defiant and petulant, I shook my head. “I’m not going.”
His words were even harder now. “You are.”
I shook my head, glaring up at him. “You can’t make me.” He couldn’t. He wouldn’t dare.
As though he heard my thoughts, Kieran smirked, a dangerous expression coming over his face.
