“Aye, lass,” he murmurs into my hair.
I should probably be shocked, or horrified, or at the very least surprised, that he broke into my apartment to climb into bed with me, but, weirdly, I’m not.
Of course, he broke in here to spoon me. The Irish Reaper goes wherever he wants and does whatever he wants when he gets there, and nothing will keep him out if he wants in.
“What are you doing?”
I feel like the world has tilted. This is not what we do. He watches me constantly, he’s kissed me, like, three times, and he ate me out that one glorious night, but he’s nevertouchedme before. Not likethis. Not that I’m complaining.
“Cuddling ye.”
My heart stutters, thumping wildly as his lips brush against the outer shell of my ear.
“But why?” I have to fight to keep my tone from being too breathy.
“Ye were upset today,” he says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world for him to break into my apartment, crawl into my bed, and cuddle me because he could tell I was upset at work. “At the club, ye were sad.”
“I was.” I hesitate for a moment, moving my hands, sliding them up his arms where they’re embracing me, settling them lightly over his hands.
Niall’s breathing hitches when I touch him, and he stiffens, his arms tightening around me.
“So, I’ll cuddle ye, and ye won’t be sad anymore,” he growls, low and needy. Heat is pooling between my thighs. His dick, hard and wicked big, presses against my upper thighs as he curls himself around me, but he makes no move to turn this encounter sexual. Boo.
“That’s a good plan, in theory,” I agree with him. He grunts into my hair. “But I don’t know if it’ll work.”
“Why not?” he growls. Oops, I’ve pissed him off. I sigh, letting my fingers stroke over the backs of his hands.
“Sometimes cuddling isn’t enough to chase away the bad things.”
He stiffens again. “Ye need…morethan cuddling?”
He sounds confused. Like I’ve gone off script or something. As I think about it, I trace a small circle with the tip of my finger. Right now? I need a hell of a lot more than cuddling.
“Sometimes, I suppose.”
He’s quiet, his even breaths brushing against my neck. He doesn’t move to do anything more than cuddle me. I don’t think I’m articulating my needs very well.
“Cuddling is nice, and it does make me feel better, but sometimes I just need to forget, and cuddling doesn’t do that.”
There’s utter silence until he groans and mutters, “ye’re killing me here, lass.”
One of Niall’s hands slides out from beneath mine, moving down my torso until it creeps under the hem of the oversized tee I sleep him. That’s what I’m talking about.Yes!
A strangled sound catches in his throat as he realizes I’m not wearing panties, his fingers parting my folds, his thumb grazing over my clit. A small moan leaves me.
“Will this make ye forget, lass?’ Niall murmurs into my ear. I shudder as his warm breath caresses it and make a small whimper of agreement.
His touch is almost feather-light. The pad of his thumb grazing back and forth until I’m almost crying with need, my hips jerking towards his hand, wanting more.Needingmore.
Niall’s fingers creep down, two sliding inside me. He makes that strangled noise again, and his fingers start pumping, slowly at first, picking up the pace as he groans into the nape of my neck, his teeth raking over the flesh there, causing me to shiver, even as I’m arching against him.
He must be able to sense when I’m about to come. His teeth bite down a little harder before he swirls his tongue over the same spot, sucking hard.
Christ! I shatter, moaning, my hands gripping his hand pressed against my stomach, and finally, his fingers still as his lips move back to my ear.
“Not so sad?” he murmurs.
I sigh contentedly, my eyes fluttering closed. “Not so sad.”