Page 83 of Filthy Hot Billionaire
Kieran’s eyes flared with heat, and I knew in that moment that this man was going to ease the ache I was plagued with. Not today, no. We didn’t know each other well enough for that yet. But he would, and when that time came, I would welcome it.
When I released his thumb, Kieran leaned down again and sealed his mouth to mine. This time the kiss ignited, but his hands remained firmly where they were. I wasn’t sure how he could control himself when I wanted nothing more than to rip his clothes off and touch the glorious hard body beneath, to explore with him, to sate this craving.
His hands firmed on my head, holding me still when he pulled away this time. I opened my eyes, met his gaze, and smiled.
“Tomorrow, love.”
“Tomorrow.”
When he walked away, I stared after him, my belly fluttering even more when he turned back and gifted me with that panty-dropping smile.
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Knox
I was at the apartment when Kieranarrived a short time later. Part of me had expected he would spend the evening with Emily, but I should’ve known better. Kieran was a gentleman when it counted, and based on Emily’s state of mind, he likely determined she had needed some space.
Perched on a barstool, I turned to look at him, taking him in from head to toe. He was dressed in his usual attire of dark jeans, heavy boots, and a maroon Henley, one of the dozens that he owned. He looked exactly the same as he had at Emily’s apartment, with the exception of the gleam in his eyes.
“What happened when I left?”
“You know me, Knox, I’m not one to kiss and tell.”
The hell he wasn’t. Kieran didn’t keep secrets from me. Not when it came to his sexual exploits. In fact, he’d mastered the art of storytelling, sharing all the filthy details afterward.
But clearly, he was being ornery.
Never one to back down from a challenge, I gave him what he was seeking. Getting to my feet, I moved toward him, winding my fist in his hair and jerking his head back before crushing my mouth to his. He could try to keep his secrets, but I knew exactly how to coax them out of him.
He fucking tasted good. Like spearmint and man mixed with a little bit of sin and debauchery.
“You will tell me,” I warned.
“Make me.”
We both knew I liked him like this. Defiant, exigent. It turned me on like nothing else.
I tightened my fist in his hair, pulled hard enough to elicit a rough groan from him even as my tongue dueled with his. The kiss was explosive, fueled by pent-up lust on both sides.
“Are you thinking about her or me?” I growled, biting Kieran’s lower lip then trailing my teeth along his jaw.
“Does it matter?” Kieran hissed, tilting his head to the side, giving me better access to his neck.
“Depends.”
He groaned when I bit him again.
“Oh, fuck. Harder,” Kieran begged.
I gave him what he asked for, sinking my teeth into his flesh, then licking the wound before claiming his mouth again.
“Did you taste her?” I growled against his mouth, pressing my hand to the hard bulge behind his zipper. “Did she do this to you? Or do I get the credit?”
“Both.”
“Good answer.” I ground the palm of my hand roughly against Kieran’s fly just the way he liked it.
From the beginning, Kieran and I found we meshed well since we both enjoyed a bit of an edge to our sexual encounters. The power struggle that had started in the beginning was still something we played on. We both knew Kieran would ultimately give in to me, but getting there was part of the thrill. That was just how it worked and neither of us questioned it.
