Chapter 8

EIGHT

C at sucked in a breath and her heart thudded hard. “You feel it too?”

“Yes, Cat.” He came to her, his big body invading her personal space, and once again, pressing her into her door. “I’ve been fighting demons to stay away from you. I can’t stay away any longer.”

He’d been what? She gulped and reached a hand up to caress his jaw. He leaned into her touch. “I don’t know what we’re doing, Keir,” she whispered. “But I’m tired of fighting too.”

His lips took hers in an instant swoop. Mouths clashed and the hunger flared so brightly she could barely catch her breath. They kissed and she handed him the keys. He lifted her into his arms and she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, holding on to him for dear life. One minute they were outside, and the next, he was pressing her against the door inside her loft.

He groaned into the kiss, his tongue darting in and out of her mouth, making her forget everything but the desperate need to have him. Hunger exploded inside her. She wanted more of Keir. More of his kisses. More of his hands all over her. Now. Though she didn’t know how this was going to work, she wasn’t worrying about it now. She couldn’t fight her body’s need for him. It was unlike anything she’d experienced. So why reject it? Why not allow herself to feel whatever he wanted to give her?

He yanked her shirt off and she swore she heard tearing in the process. She put her feet on the ground and he tugged her jeans down so fast she almost missed it. She didn’t stop to think. Instead, she pulled on his shirt, wanting the offensive material off him. The moment she was able to touch his warm, muscled arms her entire body vibrated.

His eyes locked on hers and his hand cupped her cheek and then slowly moved down to her chest. She moaned. His head came down, lips kissing a trail from her jaw down to her collarbone and then her chest. He moved one hand straight down between her legs to caress at her folds. The other hand cupped her breast, tweaking her nipple. She took a breath and let it out slowly, gasping at the fingers massaging her clit, then sliding into her channel.

He placed kisses on the corner of her mouth, gliding his mouth over her cheek and nibbling on her ear.

“You are so fucking beautiful, Cat.”

She moaned, leaning her head back on the door. She scraped her nails down to his shoulders, pulling him closer. He tugged on her nipple, twisting the little point to add friction.

She whimpered. Need overpowered her in a dizzying sensation that robbed her of her ability to stand on her own.

His lips trailed down her chest, licking circles on her heated flesh. She glanced down, watching him suck her nipple into his mouth. Her entire body hummed. Her sex throbbed, and wetness skated down her legs. He groaned on her breast, sucking hard. She moaned, gripping at his arms. Her pussy grasped at his fingers. He let go of her nipple.

“So beautiful and so wet.”

She met his gaze, enjoying the way he said the words as if she were being a naughty girl. That wasn’t Cat. Cat? A naughty girl? But that’s exactly how Keir made her feel. He made her feel so sexy. So beautiful. The way he looked at her as if she was a priceless piece of art.

She skimmed her hands down to the edge of his pants. She unbuttoned his fly and slid his zipper down, pushing the jeans and boxers quickly out of her way. She was beyond aroused. She wasn’t the woman who would take the lead and do anything that was considered sensual, but here she was, being a badass at getting Keir naked. And now all she could think of was touching every inch of him. She curled a hand around his thick hard length and pumped him from root to tip.

“Cat,” he groaned, giving her bites between her breasts. “Your hand on me feels amazing.”

He was so hard and hot. When she reached the slit at the head of his cock, a bead of moisture sat at the top. She used her thumb and rubbed it on his length, going back to pumping him with her fist.

“You’re so big,” she said breathlessly. “Really big.”

He stood to his full height, towering over her frame. “I’m exactly the right size for you, kitten.”

She bit her lip and inhaled. “I want you, Keir. Can we not wait anymore? I don’t want to keep dreaming about what it’s like with you. I want to know.”

Keir kissed her again. This time with more urgency. “I want to know too, beautiful.”

There was no hesitation. He grabbed her by her ass and lifted, anchoring her on the door and bringing her hips down on him. His cock pressed at her entrance, spreading her wide with his thickness.

He met her gaze as he entered her slowly. Then he took her lips in a kiss and pushed forward, filling her in a smooth glide. She squealed into the kiss, her body adjusting to his size. He filled her. So full. He was big and she hadn’t had much experience, but he kissed her again, mating their tongues together and she relaxed.

She gave herself into the kiss, loving the feel of his lips all over her mouth, jaw, and neck. Then his mouth was back on hers, taking, owning, possessing her with deep strokes and erotic rubbing.

Keir pulled back and pressed forward, driving into her. Not too hard, but enough to make her grip his shoulders. Then he did it again, harder. He licked up her jaw to her ear. “That’s it. See how perfect you are for me? So perfect, my kitty cat.”

She choked on a breath, her body humming with each drive. She couldn’t do more than cling to him as he thrust into her, pushing her hard against the door. “Keir,” she gasped. “More.”

“I’ll give you more, kitten,” he drove deep, rocked his hips, and propelled back. “I’ll give you everything.”

She whimpered, her muscles tensing with each drive. Then, she felt something start to unravel inside her. Another drive and a new sensation flowed through her. An emotion she had no business feeling for Keir. It wasn’t the time for that. She jerked his head down, needing a kiss to stop her from thinking too much. Heat gathered in her chest, growing with every slide of his tongue over hers.

Thrust after thrust, he pinned her against the door and took her body like he owned her. And at that moment, he did. She’d given him that power, and she wasn’t sorry. Every glide of his cock into her body was a push closer to pleasure’s edge.

He pulled back and drove deep. “Moan for me, kitty cat.”

“Keir,” she moaned. “I’m so close.”

He grumbled a laugh into her neck and licked her again. “Don’t worry, kitten. I’ll take you right where you want to go.”

“Please.”

He drove deep and pulled back. Then did it again. And again. Each time his thrusts growing faster. Rougher. He felt bigger inside her.

The tightness in her core turned into a flurry of unraveling sensations. She dug her nails deep into his neck, scratching him as her orgasm took hold. Then she flew. Pleasure flowed over her, taking her with the tide.

His hold on her ass cheeks turned painful. His drives increased in speed until she thought she was burning from the inside, until she swore he had a piece of steel branding her as his. She gasped for air, and he stiffened. He groaned, his lips hovering over her neck. His cock pulsed in her channel, filling her.

They stayed there, just like that with him inside her and pressing her against the door, his cock firmly entrenched in her. She tried to catch her breath, running her nails into his hair. He raised his head from her neck and met her gaze.

“You’re much too precious for me to act as if this didn’t happen tomorrow.”

“Why are you saying that?”

“Because you are. And now, I’m taking you to your bed,” he kissed her and then met her gaze again. “And I’m going to eat you up.”

“Keir,” she mumbled. A hot shudder raced down her back. He grinned.

“Don’t worry, kitten. You’re going to like it.”

Crap. “That’s the problem,” she grumbled as he carried her to her room. “What happens if I like it too much? Then what am I supposed to do?”

He deposited her on the bed and moved between her legs, staring at her sex. “Keep me.”