“Any further, Fiona, and I won’t be able to stop myself from fucking you right here in front of all these people.” He lifted one brow, indicating the room around them.
Fiona’s cheeks flushed as she followed his gaze, taking in their surroundings. Her heart was pounding against her rib cage with every word, with the picture they painted.
“What if I don’t want you to stop yourself?” she said brazenly. His thigh still rested between hers, and she couldn’t stop herself from rubbing against it in a way that both heated and quenched the fire within her.
“Damn it, Fiona. Don’t say stuff like that, I’m having a hard enough time already. I’m trying to go slow with you, isn’t that what you wanted?”
She liked how irritated he seemed, since she knew it was because of how much he wanted her, how hard he was resisting. Knowing her body had done that to him excited her even more. “Maybe I’ve changed my mind.”
“About?” His dark blue eyes searched hers, a frenzied need behind them screaming to be released.
She took a deep breath. “Maybe I do want to date. Maybe I’ve spent my whole life working hard and never taking a moment for myself to enjoy life, then you came along and showed me I could. Maybe I want to take one night and not think about all the reasons why we shouldn’t, or all the responsibilities back home. Maybe I just want you.”
“Fi, I’ve wanted you since the moment I first saw you,” he growled against the skin on her neck, causing a shiver to travel over every part of her. His lips found hers quickly, smothering the rest of her words as their mouths crushed together and she flung her arms back around his neck, holding him close.
She moaned at his words, panting with need. “I don’t know if I can wait. Maybe we should leave now…”
“Fi, don’t tempt me.” She shivered at his words, her mind racing with his implication.
He pulled away from her with a wicked grin, grabbing her hand and bringing her back into the middle of the rink.
“I promised you a night out, and that’s what we’re doing.”
“And after?” she asked, her skin still on fire.
He winked at her. “A night in, of course.”
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Several hours later, Fiona’s arm was tightly secured around his waist as they walked up the steps to the apartment Kieran shared with his brother. She held on partly because of the drinks she’d consumed but also because of the nerves threatening to overtake her. It had been a long night of buildup, but it had been even longer since she’d been truly intimate with a man.
He unlocked the front door and quickly whisked her inside before anyone could spot them, peppering soft kisses on her neck and shoulders as he walked behind her and led her to his bedroom, his arms around her waist. It took only seconds to get there, then another second for the bedroom door to shut behind them, but it felt like forever as Fiona’s mind was on one thing only.
“Kieran,” she moaned, turning around and wrapping her arms around his neck the moment they had their privacy. “I can’t wait another minute.”
Not bothering to turn off the lights, he wasted no time hooking his fingers into her shorts and forcefully yanking them straight down to her feet. She gasped but quickly stepped out of them and followed his lead by dropping her panties next. His eyes darkened when he saw them fall, and he quickly tugged his own shirt over his head and dropped his jeans to the floor. She walked backward toward the bed, her eyes never leaving his as she slid out of her shirt, and then her bra.
“Fi, I’ve been waiting for this…” He breathed out heavily.
She felt seductive and powerful, and she loved it. “So come get it.”
“I don’t want to rush this,” he told her. “It’s our first time together.”
She smiled warmly at him, her heart feeling like it would burst. “But not our last, Kieran. I want this…I want you.”
At her words, his eyes widened, and then his smile. “Fuck, yes.”
Kieran stalked toward her, scooping an arm around her back to land her on the bed softly so he could cover her body with his own. Their lips devoured one another—sometimes in kisses, other times nibbling and nipping at the flesh on the other’s neck and chest. Hands moved in all directions, cupping, squeezing, holding…she couldn’t tell where one stopped and the other started. He was everywhere.
She moaned as he pushed a knee between her legs, widening her for him. His hand found her and he skillfully manipulated his fingers around her, in her, diving to her very core. He pushed one in slowly, then two, filling her completely. He thrust in and out as his thumb circled her clit in wide, firm circles. Her back arched off the bed, and she moaned; it didn’t take long for the drawn-out stimulation from the entire evening to bring her to climax. Her body shuddered and shook before falling limp and spent beneath him.