Meet-up

Kieran’s chest vibrated with laughter. ‘What are you doing? I’m trying to sleep here.’ ‘Apparently, this part of your anatomy didn’t get the message.’ Kieran shuddered, fisted a hand in my hair, arched his hips. Then he spun around so our positions were reversed. ‘You are feeling randy today, Mrs Valentine.’ I winced. ‘Don’t call me that. It reminds me of your mum.’ ‘Okay. Darling, let’s play.’ He rained kisses over my face, gently at first. I caught his bottom lip between my teeth, bit it. He tugged my pyjama top over my head, pulled down the bottoms over my hips. A long, warm finger slid inside. He pressed his body to mine, wrapped my legs around him, entered me slowly, tenderly. I cupped his head in my hands, welcoming the sensation of flesh against flesh, breath against breath. An hour later, I lay on my back, head pillowed on his chest, my body limp as a puddle of water. Kieran stroked my arm lazily. ‘Tristan told me about Erin.’ ‘Mm.’ ‘You could’ve called me.’ ‘Didn’t want you to