Page 202 of Fighting Chance

Cindy is wondering if he kidnapped you

oh my fucking god I hope you finally told him how you feel

EEEEKKKKK

by your silence I’m taking that as a yes

I WANT ALL THE DETAILS!!!

Cindy is bouncing up and down like a kid on a sugar high

Asher had to physically drag her away from the house LOL

My heart has fallen in love with Kieran Ashford slowly, before I could even realize what was happening. Every day Kieran showed me who he was, all the layers of his soul bared to me, and with each layer exposed my heart fell and fell and fell.

I just didn’t realize it until I felt like I was stabbed a million times over when he walked away from me in the library.

Nothing has changed.

I’m still sick. I’m still having flare-ups that I haven’t told Kieran about, I’m still waking up in a panic anytime I sleep through my alarms, and I’m still utterly terrified that Kieran will hate the baggage I carry, but if I’ve learned anything from books, it’s that you need to take a leap of faith.

And I’m jumping into his arms.

The moment those words leave my lips, Kieran’s control snaps.

It was already holding on by a thread but with those words, the ones he deserves so much, it detonates. He smashes his lips against mine, and the kiss is anything but sweet.

It’s passionate, full of hunger and a need that’s been bursting at the seams between us.

His hands are on my face, holding me to him as mine explore. I keep my legs wrapped firmly around his waist, never wanting him to walk away again, as my hands slide under his shirt. I savor his groan as I splay them across the hard ridges of his stomach.

Feeling greedy and intoxicated by the sight of him, I grab the hem of his shirt and pull. Thankfully, he helps take the shirt off and yanks it over his head.

“Show me,” I breathe between kisses. “Show me how good it can be, Kieran.”

“Are you sure, Layla?” he asks.

“Yes, and that’s the last time you’ll ask me that. Now hurry up and show me how good it can be.” I’m all but squirming as I beg, “Please, Kieran, I don’t want to wait for you any longer.”

Like a rubber band being snapped, Kieran lunges forward, kissing me so hard and passionately I gasp into his mouth, whimpering as he pushes my legs further apart. His hands are fumbling around my corset, trying to untie the ribbons from the back before he growls in frustration and rips his mouth from mine.

“Fuck it.”

In one fluid motion, Kieran grabs the small booty shorts I’m wearing and pulls, ripping them clean off my body before he drops to his knees and places his mouth on me. Falling back onto the table with a thud, I brace each foot on his shoulders, diggingmy hands into his hair and pulling him closer to my core as he devours me.

It was good last time—fantastic—but with the pent-up energy that’s been brewing between us for weeks, this is perfection.

“More,” I pant, feeling that telltale high looming. “More!”

Kieran does the opposite. Instead, he pulls back and leans over me, his hands shaking as he fumbles with the button on his jeans.

Scrambling upwards, I smack his hand away, giddy to do this for him. Once the button pops and the fly is pulled down, Kieran is standing before me, panting, his abs slicked with sweat and on full display. I take a moment to appreciate the view before sliding my nails into the waistband of his boxers and tugging them off until he springs free.

I can’t help myself, I gasp.

The tip of him is purple, dripping precum, and he’spulsing.

Reaching up, I trail a finger from the bottom all the way to the top, savoring the sound he makes as his hand slaps out, holding the wall to steady himself as he hisses, his long thick length pulsing against me.