I'm immediately hard again and thoughts of Maeve are gone.
I turn quietly away and walk back to the bedroom, grabbing another condom out of my wallet. When I return to the kitchen, she's still standing there with her back to me, watching the coffee pot drip.
Walking up behind her, I toss the condom on the counter beside the pot, startling her. My hands go to her hips, my thumbs hooking in the waistband of her underwear and I tell her, "Don't move."
But she does, stepping back into my body, and laying her head back on my shoulder. She even gives a sigh of contentment, even though there is nothing peaceful about what I'm feeling right now or getting ready to do.
I release her hips, one hand coming up to smooth the hair away from her neck. The other flattens over her stomach, just briefly, before inching down into the front of her panties. My fingers stroke between her legs, wetting my fingers with her readiness. I lay my lips against her neck and kiss her.
"Bend over," I murmur. "And spread your pretty legs for me."
With my hand still stroking her, she complies.
CHAPTER 13
Renner
Fire licks over my skin and I push my legs apart, just as Cillian tells me to do. I don't hesitate, I don't think. I just want to feel... to drown in the exhilaration. Last night, my body relented to his, operating on pure lust and desire. Not once did I think to analyze, or plan out what would happen the next morning or even consider that this could have disastrous consequences down the road for me.
No... I let go. And it was exactly how I imagine it would be if I went skydiving or bungee jumping. Part thrill, part terror, and part adrenaline rush.
And then it was all pleasure. Hot, carnal... almost painful... pleasure. I'd never felt anything like it and when I it was over, I knew it had only just begun for me.
My body quivers as Cillian sinks two fingers into me, the invasion at odds with the soft kisses he is layering on my neck.
I tense up as he removes his hand from between my legs, lightly skimming them over my hips and to my back. I can feel him pull back from me slightly, his fingers rubbing over the butterfly tattoo on my lower back. I got that during my freshman year in college--something my mother was completely dismayed to see the following summer when we were at the beach.
"I never would have pictured you with a tattoo."
"It was my one small rebellion in college."
"It's sweet. Just like you."
Cillian doesn't say anything further and he doesn't touch me anywhere else. My body starts quaking, anticipating a deeper touch... something other than this light stroking he is doing. It's so at odds with the rougher way he normally plays with me.
Finally, he sinks the tips of his fingers into the back waistband and I wait for him to pull my panties down my legs. I almost shiver in advance of the erotic move.
But he has other ideas, because I feel him briefly grab the material tight in his hands, and then he rips them straight down the middle. The shredding fabric and the fluttering feel of the silk against the inside of my legs as the material falls to the ground has me gasping.
Cillian then pulls my tank top over my head and throws it aside. Carefully taking my hair, he gathers it loosely and lays it over my left shoulder, so my entire backside is bared to him.
His knuckles graze upward from my lower spine until they stop just between my shoulder blades. My eyes are pinned onto the coffee pot but I want to turn my head to see the look on his face. Yet, part of me is afraid as I can only imagine the heat that will be in his eyes and I'll probably incinerate on the spot.
Splaying his fingers out across my upper back, he pushes, causing me to bend forward toward the counter. My hands automatically come up to grasp the edge. When my chest is nearly parallel to the floor, his hands come back to my hips. Sticking a leg in between mine, I can feel the rough burn of his jeans between my thighs as he sweeps his leg back and forth, spreading my own legs wider.
I'm trembling, knowing that he's going to do. He's bent me over into the most intimate of positions in the broad daylight of my kitchen. My coffee pot is percolating merrily but all I can think about his Cillian sinking himself into me.
I hear him unzip his jeans and then he grabs the condom off the counter. I close my eyes, suddenly wanting to banish the coffee pot from my view and concentrate on the sounds. The condom packet rips open and he's able to roll it on one-handed because his other hand stays on my hip, gripping it slightly.
He poises himself behind me and I can feel the tip of him against me, pushing in slightly. But he doesn't make a further move. Instead, both of his hands lie on my lower back and then smooth softly upward.
"I love your back, Renner. It's so fucking sexy. I've been fantasizing about doing this to you since I saw you in that barely there halter top you had on the other night."
He leans over and licks one of my shoulder blades, the metal ball rolling over my skin. I let out a tiny sigh because his tongue feels so good on me.
"While I love staring at your gorgeous face while I'm fucking you, I know this is going to be my favorite position with you. Watching you bend over for me... knowing how tight you'll be this way. It will feel good, baby. Trust me."
And I did. Trust him to make it feel good.
Layering kisses and licks to my back, I finally feel him pull up. One hand leaves my back, and I know he's using it to guide himself into me. He curses under his breath when he pushes in that first inch.
He rocks against me, going in just a little deeper, and then he sucks in his breath between his teeth. That sound...knowing that he loves the way I feel... it practically causes my legs to give out.
Placing both hands back on my hips, he circles his pelvis and slides the rest of the way in. Oh, my God... he's deep. Deeper than I felt last night. And he's struck something on the inside of me that I've never felt before.
He pulls slowly out, just to the tip, and then pushes back into me slowly. I half expected him to fuck me hard, but he's drawing this out for some reason. Every time our bodies connect fully, it knocks a little of the oxygen from my lungs. The pleasure of whatever he is hitting inside of me causes pleasurable cramps to push outward.
I think I agree with him... this may be my favorite position.
Cillian's movements eventually become faster, until the kitchen is filled with our moans and the slapping of his skin against mine. The zipper on his jeans and the rough feel of his denim abrades the skin on my thighs, but somehow that intensifies the pleasure.
He lets go of my hips and snakes his hands around to the front, palming each breast. He kneads them gently and they are so heavy and aching, I almost cry out in distress. Then he pinches each nipple, a bit hard, and with the way his hard length is pounding in and out of me, it causes an orgasm to rocket through me. My hips automatically push back against him, wanting him somehow deeper than he already is.
His hands come back to my hips, his fingertips digging into my skin. He goes harder yet, and then I hear him whispering to himself, "Yes... yes... Renner... fuck yes."
He slams in one more time, flexing his fingers into my skin deeper, and then his whole body tenses hard and a long groan comes out of his mouth.
I can feel him pulsing inside of me and it causes tiny sizzles of pleasure to course through me again. Tears well up in my eyes, because the pleasure is so intense.
Something has passed between us, and it's shaken more than just my body.
When Cillian finally stops shuddering, he lays a soft kiss on the middle of my spine and pulls out of me. I straighten my body up and turn. He peels the condom off and throws it in my trashcan. I watch as he pulls his jeans up and zips them closed. Then Cillian turns and leans back against the sink, resting his hands on the edge near his hips.
He stares at me, boldly running his eyes down my body and back up again. I feel self-conscious, which is strange considering the incredible act of intimacy we just shared. I start to cross my arms over my chest to hide my breasts, but he says
, "Don't."
I drop my arms back down, willingly obeying his command.
"Don't ever cover your body up in front of me. It's beautiful."
He holds one hand out to me and I reach out to take it. Our fingers link and he pulls me into him. Stepping in between his legs, he wraps his arms around me and hugs me tight to him. I feel his lips on top of my head. "You are fucking amazing."
I smile at those words. "Yeah, you're not so bad yourself."
He holds me for a few more moments then says, "How about I cook you some breakfast?"
I glance up at him, a smirk on my face. "You can cook?"
"How about I take you out for breakfast?" he amends.
***
Cillian and I are lingering on a second cup of tea at a small diner that is just down from my apartment. The man can pack some food away because he ate his entire Irish breakfast and half of mine. When I commented on it, he just grinned at me and told me that he'd burned too many calories off in the past twelve hours.
"So, what's with the asshole?" Cillian asks me.
"Asshole?" My mind is blank.
"Yeah, the one that was trying to kiss you last night."
"Oh." I'm not sure how to explain Cormac, so I opt for ambiguity instead. "Just an ex-boyfriend."
"I don't think he got the message that you were his ex," he observes.
Sighing, I take another sip of my tea. "He wants to get back together."
Cillian's words are sharp. "Do you?"
"Of course not... I mean... I had considered it briefly but... no, I couldn't. Not after..." I fall silent, looking down into my teacup. My face flames red, thinking about what he did to me, and I curse myself for even giving him the time of day.
"Not after what?" His words are soft, encouraging.