“Did you love Alina?”
Ciar met her gaze squarely. “Yes.”
She inhaled sharply, as if his word had been a physical blow. “Do you still?”
“It’s not your turn,” he chided.
Mikayla exhaled. “I’ve never been good at playing by the rules.”
“Well then.” He grinned, pressing a leg between hers. “Shall I tell you what questions are weighing most heavily on my mind?”
“Go for it,” she said, trying to concentrate on his words with his body pressed intimately against hers.
Ciar leaned down until his lips grazed her ear. “I want to know what you’ll taste like if I strip you down and run my lips over your silken skin. What you’ll feel like if I pull you against me.”
Mikayla shivered as his hot breath tickled her sensitive ear.
“What you’ll sound like if I take you right here against this wall,” he whispered wickedly.
Turning her face to his, Mikayla murmured, “Those are all questions I’d be more than happy to answer.”
His grinned before leaning closer.
Mikayla moaned as he kissed her, rubbing her body against his. Her back hit the wall as he pinned her there without ever taking his lips from hers. Muscles flexed beneath her hands, hinting at the strength he possessed, yet despite his nature, it didn’t scare her. If anything the show of dominance merely fueled her passion higher. She wanted him every way she could have him.
Ciar’s hands wrapped around her waist and he pulled her hips hard against his. She gasped as she felt the hard length of his cock straining against the fly of his jeans.
“God, you drive me crazy,” he whispered.
“Right there with you,” she replied, angling her head back to allow him to run his lips down her throat. “I think we need to lose a few of these layers.”
Ciar pulled his shirt over his head without any hesitation.
Mikayla licked her lips as she stared at his firm chest. “Much better,” she purred, drawing her fingers down his bronzed skin.
“Your turn.”
Grinning, Mikayla fingered the hem of her sweater.
“Don’t tease,” he whispered, his breath burning her sensitive skin.
“Say ‘please’.”
“Please.”
She blinked at the instant response but the lust in his eyes left her with no doubt what motivated his capitulation.
Mikayla tugged the shirt over her head. The clothing slipped from her fingers, pooling at the ground by their feet.
She stood before him in her bra without a drop of self-consciousness. When he looked at her with those burning eyes there was no room for doubt.
“Wondrous,” he murmured as his hands slid up her bare abdomen.
Mikayla shivered at his touch. She gasped as his hand rose to cup her breast. “Ciar,” she breathed, needing more. Mikayla tilted her head toward his and was rewarded by his burning kiss. No matter their personal difficulties, physically there was no denying their compatibility.
“I need you,” Mikayla whispered. “Now.”
“Say ‘please’,” Ciar taunted her.
Mikayla bit her lip as he slid his leg between hers.
“Please,” she whispered.
“Good girl.” He grabbed her hips and pulled her roughly against his hard body.
“Yes,” Mikayla groaned, wrapping her arms around him.
“Damn you for feeling this good.”
“It cuts both ways.” Mikayla cupped his face and forced his gaze back to her. “As crazy as I make you feel, be assured it is returned twofold.”
“Irresistible Mikayla,” he breathed, running his lips along her jaw.
Mikayla merely smiled at his words but inside she was glowing. This was exactly what she wanted. He should be as desperate as she was.
She grinned as he pushed her back onto the window seat. He reached for the clasp of her bra and Mikayla made no protest as he striped the material from her body.
Ciar bent his head and pressed his lips to the skin above her heart. Mikayla stiffened as his mouth moved lower. She gripped the seat beneath her as he trailed his lips over her breast. When his hot mouth closed over a nipple she shuddered in pleasure.
“Ciar,” she whispered, arching away from the window and toward his sinful mouth.
“Beautiful,” he breathed, running his tongue across the sensitive bud.
In retaliation, Mikayla slid her hand down his chest. She didn’t stop until her palm cupped his hard erection.
Ciar hissed in response.
Mikayla curled her fingers around his cock, stroking him through the rough material of his jeans.
“Mikayla,” he groaned.
“Please,” she begged. “I need you inside me, just like before.”
Ciar dropped his head onto her shoulder, breathing heavily as she continued to torture him through his clothes.