Page 114 of Bound Lies

“Riley, stop. Listen to me.”

I try to pull away, but he only tightens his hold. It’s not enough to hurt me, but it’s enough to keep me close to him. Close enough to be enveloped by his musky cologne, overwhelmed by his breath on my cheek.

“Riley.” His voice is thick. “I shouldn’t have said that shit to Ronan. I was pissed, and he wouldn’t shut up about how I was making a mistake, how I was getting too close.”

“Were you?” I look up at him.

He swallows as he stares at me. “Yeah, I was. I still am.”

I freeze as Kieran slowly rubs his thumb back and forth over the inside of my wrist.

“Ronan was right, but I didn’t want to hear it.” His eyes stay locked on mine. “So, I said what I knew would end the conversation. I said that sleeping with you didn’t mean anything because if I didn’t, I was going to start defending it, defending you.”

My throat goes dry. “So…you… you didn’t mean it?”

The corner of his mouth twitches. “I’ve been over here thinking it was you who wasn’t into me.”

“Wait, what?”

“You’ve been acting like you regretted that night ever since it happened, whereas I have been going out of my mind with the need to take you to my bed every night since.”

My breath catches in my throat as Kieran’s eyes darken, and I know in that moment that he means every word.

“You really thought that?”

“I watched you pull away from me. What was I supposed to think?”

I don’t have an explanation because it’s true. I was pulling away, but not because I regretted what happened between us. It was because I was terrified of how much I enjoyed it.

Kieran exhales and takes a step closer to me until his chest brushes against mine, and I swallow a whimper as my hardening nipples rub against him.

“You’ve been walking around thinking I didn’t want you…” He moves his hand to interlace his fingers through mine. “And I’ve been losing my mind wanting you.”

The vulnerability in his voice is so raw it nearly breaks me.

“I wanted you that night in Vegas. And I haven’t stopped wanting you since.”

Before I can speak, his lips crash into mine with such urgency that my knees almost buckle. It’s like he’s trying to make up for every second he kept his distance.

The backs of my thighs hit the couch as he deepens the kiss, his free hand moving to my throat to tilt my head up.

“I’m going to prove to you,” he murmurs against my mouth, “exactly how much I want you.”

And then his mouth is on me once more, his lips trailing down my neck as his hands slide beneath the hem of my skirt.

We barely make it to the couch before I’m pulling my panties down and his hand is between my legs.

His fingers tease my opening, coaxing moans from me as he settles me down on the couch.

I expect him to move beside me, but when he drops to his knees, my breath catches.

“Kieran.” I writhe beneath him as I realize what he’s about to do.

I’ve never had someone go down on me before, so I have no idea what to expect. But if Kieran Sullivan is the one with his head between my thighs, I have a feeling it’s going to be incredible.

“Yes, Riley?” His lips pull up into a wicked grin as he looks up at me with those piercing dark eyes.

My chest is rising and falling so rapidly as I try to catch my breath, but Kieran only teases me further by running his hands up and down the backs of my thighs.