“Kieran,” she breathed.
“You looked so tempting,” he whispered in her ear. “I couldn’t resist.”
“Mmm,” she said, raising her hands to frame his face. “Good.”
His hair was wet against her fingers, signaling a recent shower.
“How was your event?”
“I wanted it over with,” he replied. “My quarry wasn’t in the woods.”
“No, it was trying to recover from a day keeping up with werewolves.”
“You weren’t complaining about my stamina last night.”
She grinned, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “True. Going to try to prove your mettle again?”
“Wolves love a challenge.” He kissed her before she could think of anything else to say.
Closing her eyes, Chloe relaxed into his embrace. Her tongue flicked out to tangle with his as he deepened the kiss. Desire woke within her, obviously not caring that she should be tired. All Kieran had to do was run his lips over hers and she was ready and willing to play any game he devised.
Her hand slipped between their bodies to find he’d come to bed naked.
“Thinking ahead?” she murmured as her hand closed around his already erect cock.
“A wise man is always prepared.”
“Precisely why I’m wearing an easily removable nightie,” she replied before doing exactly that. Tugging the cotton over her head, she dropped the dress to the floor and returned her attention to her lover.
“What do you like?” she asked as she stroked him.
“Everything you do,” he replied.
Chloe pressed her lips to his jaw as she rubbed her thumb over the crown of his cock. The way his body stiffened in pleasure was gratifying to say the least.
“I take it that worked,” she whispered.
“Again.”
Grinning, she complied.
Her focus was broken when his fingers stroked along her slit. Tilting her head back, she tried to concentrate on bringing him pleasure while he did his best to distract her.
His thumb brushed over her clit before one finger delved into her. There was nothing she could do to stop the cry that erupted from her mouth at the sensation. When his free hand moved to play with her breasts, the rhythm of her hand faltered.
“Getting hard to remember what I was doing,” she warned, rocking against his fingers as he pressed into her.
“Good,” he said, running his lips up her throat. “Means I’m doing something right.”
“Mm.” A second finger joined the first to send spikes of pleasure through her.
“More,” she told him. “Please.”
He shifted his position, catching one of her legs and hooking it over his hip. Kieran slid into her without any more urging. Chloe bit her lip at the slow, steady rhythm he took. He rocked into her not with the frenzied passion of the night before, but with a tenderness that flamed her desire higher.
She moved beneath him to lock her legs around his waist. His guttural groan filled her ears as she pressed her heels into his back, driving him deeper into her.
“Just like that,” she breathed, undulating under him.
He bent down to catch her lips as he rocked within her. Framing his face with her hands, she returned the kiss with enthusiasm. Maybe it was their surroundings, but this embrace was far different from their first time under the stars. That had been a desperate, consuming need followed by a night of exploring every inch of each other’s bodies.
This was different. Intimate. Kieran touched her as if she were precious.
Loved.
“Yes,” she whispered as he increased his speed. “A little more.”
They rocked together, striving toward their mutual release.
“Come with me, witchling,” he whispered to her.
Chloe arched her head back, her fingers digging into his shoulders. So close.
A few more strokes were all it took. She flew apart in his arms as her climax over came her. Holding on to her partner, she tried to ride out the sensations flooding her body. Kieran’s harsh groans filled her ears as he found the same release she had.
He collapsed by her side, pulling her close even as he stayed pressed inside her.
“Good way to wake up,” she said.
Kieran rested his forehead against hers. “Agreed.”
“Kieran, I—” She stopped, biting back the words the endorphins flooding her body pushed her to say.
“What?”
“Nothing,” she murmured. Wrapping her arms around him, she nestled against his chest. “Nothing at all.”
No need to borrow trouble. Not when lying in his arms was as close to perfection as she’d ever found.
Chapter Eighteen
The smile wouldn’t leave her face. Chloe pulled her coat closer around her as she sat on a picnic table. The lake lay before her, sparkling in the sunshine. Kieran was meeting with a few of his advisors, and she hadn’t wanted to be in the way. Besides, after the athletics of last night she needed a few hours to recharge before she’d be ready for soccer games and pack bonding.