Cillian (The Kelly Brothers #2) - Megan Wade Page 0,27

else.”

He presses his forehead to mine. “I’m worried I’m going to hurt you if we move too fast.”

“You won’t,” I whisper back, pressing my lips to his. “I trust you.”

“Fuck, Hazel. I want you so bad.” His teeth take my bottom lip, pulling it into his mouth as he sucks and releases, his mouth moving to my neck. I begin to see stars, my entire body a live wire. I think I could come from his lips alone.

“Cillian.”

Reaching down, he grips my thighs then lifts, holding me against the wall as he grinds his length into my core, his breath hot against my skin. “I could fuck you right here, make you scream,” he growls, punctuating his words with a grind of his cock. The friction feels so good. “But I want your first time to mean more than me taking what I want from you.”

“It feels more like you’re giving me what I want,” I whisper, clinging to him as the beautiful friction of his hard dick does some special things to my insides.

“And we’re not even naked yet,” he says, chuckling into my neck before he kisses me, then lifts me off the wall and carries me into his room, lowering me on the bed so he’s on top and my legs are open around him.

Shifting his weight to the side, he trails his fingers beneath my skirt and up to my panties. I shift a little as he reaches my apex, embarrassed by how wet I must be there. But then he touches me, and moans in appreciation, his eyes holding mine as he moves back and forth.

“Feel good?” he asks, studying me as my senses catch alight and I’m struggling to form a coherent thought.

“Uh-huh.”

He smiles and brings his mouth to mine, his fingers still moving as the kiss turns passionate, tongues thrashing, throats moaning until he adjusts his hand and his fingers go down the front of my panties.

My eyes fly open and find him watching me as his fingers slide through my wet and aching channel. He releases a pleasurable moan, his mouth hovering over mine as he pushes a finger inside me.

“So wet.” He pulls his finger out and then slides it in again, deeper. I moan as I lift hips up to meet him, something hot and intense building inside me. “That’s it,” he whispers. “Take what you need. Let me watch you come.”

He inserts a second finger, stretching me a little tighter as he slides his thumb against my clit. Back and forth, in and out, I have no words to describe the overwhelming intensity until I come in a rush and suddenly my words fall out with my release. “Holy fucking shit! Cillian! Oh god!”

“You like that, huh?” he says, smiling as he shifts to his knees then slides his fingers out of me, holding them to his lips before he sucks my juices off them. “You taste good. I’ll be eating you soon.”

“You will?”

“Mm-Hmm. But first”—he lifts my skirt up and pulls my panties down my legs—“I need to get you naked so I can fuck you.”

I suck in my breath as he hooks his fingers in the waist of my skirt.

“Unless you want to stop,” he checks, meeting my eyes. “Any time you want to stop, I stop. You got it?”

“I don’t want to stop,” I gasp. “I want to keep going. I’m just…I’m nervous.”

He leans down and presses a kiss against the soft flesh of my belly. “I’m going to take care of you, Hazel. You’re mine now. Do you understand?”

I nod. “I do.”

“Then I want to hear you say it.”

“I’m yours, Cillian.” I don’t even miss a beat. “I belong to you.”

“A stór,” he murmurs, pressing a wet kiss against my navel as he pulls my skirt past my hips and drops it on the floor, returning to my half-naked form to finish the job and get rid of my sweater and bra.

When I’m fully naked before him, I have the inclination to cover myself, but he’s having none of that. “Let me see you, Hazel. Don’t be shy in front of me. Ever.”

I try to settle my arms in some sort of alluring position, to let my legs fall at an angle that might work for him. But I come off feeling awkward and unsure. “I think this might feel less strange to me if you were naked too.”

He lifts his brow. “You want to see me naked?”

I nod. “Yes. Very much.”

He sits back and