Playing Dirty(108)

“Did you say something?” I asked a second later, vaguely aware that she had spoken but too preoccupied with her sweet lips to have understood the content.

Keira pulled back from our kiss for long enough to look directly at me, her eyes heated, her breathing rapid.

“I said…lock the door.”





Chapter 9

Keira



This was insane.

Totally and utterly insane. Andrew was a member of the royal family, and as an employee of the family, I had no right to be touching him, and vice versa. It was wrong; oh-so wrong, and yet it felt undeniably right. I’d just seen the real Andrew again, the very same guy I’d met that night in New York; the one who made me feel like I’d known him for a million years, and the one who knew exactly what to say to make my insides coil with fiery lust.

And I had to have him right now.

I watched him lock the door, my heart racing at the thought of what might happen next, and then he returned to the couch, pulling me into his lap and cradling me against his strong chest. As my pulse began to steady itself, his right hand rubbed my back gently, reassuringly, and then he moved up to my neck, rubbing and caressing me there. He cupped his fingers underneath my chin, tilting my face up so that I was looking into the depths of his crystal-blue eyes. They were burning with desire, and then he lowered his mouth to mine again. I closed my eyes, savoring his warm, sensual lips on my mouth. They moved slowly, caressingly over me, his big hands now framing my face on each side. His tongue softly slid over my lips, parting them gently, and my heart quickened again as my own tongue entwined with his only seconds later.

My whole body seemed to turn to jelly, and I ran my hands over his still-clothed chest, wanting to feel every inch of him. I finally slid a hand under his shirt, and as I caressed the hard muscle that lay underneath, he broke away from the kiss and looked at me. “Keira,” he breathed, his mouth still only inches from mine. “Do you know how much I've wanted to do that?”

“Tell me how much,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Not sure it’s even possible to put into words. I’ll show you instead,” he said, rolling me over onto my back and positioning himself above me on the sofa. He clasped my hands, our fingers interlocking above my head, and goose bumps rapidly peppered my arms and chest as he lowered his mouth to my lips again. His kiss was gentle yet hungry and mine matched his with intensity. I couldn’t get enough of him. I eased upward into his warm flesh, wanting to feel his full weight and his hardness.

Suddenly, he pulled back and tore my clothes away. They’d already been half off me, seeing as he’d accidentally walked in on me changing earlier, so it only took a second, and then he quickly unhooked my bra and threw it onto the floor, his mouth immediately finding my perky nipples as he leaned down. After a moment, he moved back again and pulled off his own shirt. I gaped at his muscular chest, wanting to stare at it forever, but he was quickly back on me, kissing my body, his warm skin pressed against my own. I could barely stop myself from moaning out loud already, because every touch sent my body into deep spasms of pleasure. I’d been imagining what it would be like to be with him, and it was better than I could possibly have guessed.

My hands quickly began to tear at his pants, and soon we were both completely naked, our body heat keeping us warm in the chilly air of the staff room. In fact, Andrew was so damn hot and radiated so much sexual energy that he was close to being a full-on fire risk. The days of want and tension were suddenly spilling out between us, and the thickness of our lust was incredibly powerful. He moved down, kissing my stomach and hips as he went, tracing a line from my bellybutton to my mound, and as he did so, his fingers slid in between my legs, gently plying my folds and parting them so his tongue could easily trace my clit. His strokes became more insistent, and heady pressure was already building up in my core; building up to an explosive need for release.

I could hear my breathing getting faster and shallower, but Andrew continued working my pussy with his mouth and tongue, and the shaking and shuddering of my body heightened. Soft moans slipped from my mouth, and he continued with the magic of his mouth. Finally, I couldn’t hold on anymore, and I began to fall apart, panting and groaning in pleasure. My climax shook my body until I thought I would shatter into a million pieces, and my hands fisted in Andrew’s thick hair. My hips were hungrily grinding into his mouth and tongue, letting him know just how much I needed him and just how much I needed more.

A lot more.

“You taste so good," he growled from between my legs. “God, you really taste so fucking good.”