Page 105 of Killaney Fire

"Yes," he says, leaning forward, his gaze never leaving mine. "Look how much intel you just gained on me. You're basically becoming a pro.”

I smile. There's something different about him. About us. I feel it in the way he looks at me, the way his voice softens when he says my name, the way his hand felt wrapped around mine.

I get so wrapped up in the moment, my bodyguard claiming my safety, so sure he'll do whatever it takes to keep me alive, that I move before my brain catches up.

I stand, rounding the table.

Octavian looks up, confusion flickering across his face. "Keira?—"

I cup his jaw, tilting his face up, and kiss him.

His lips are warm, soft, and for half a second he freezes. Then his hand comes up, gripping my waist, pulling me closer as he stands. The chair scrapes against the floor as his other hand slides into my hair, tilting my head back.

The kiss deepens, his tongue brushing against mine, and I gasp into his mouth.

When I pull back, my breath is ragged, my heart pounding. I look up at him, waiting to see what he'll do.

He doesn't leave. He doesn't pull away.

He leans in, cupping my face with both hands, and steals my breath all over again.

I know exactly where this is heading, and it's the only thing I crave.

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KEIRA

His mouth consumes mine, and I forget where I end and he begins. His hands are all over me, and his kiss is anything but gentle. It's raw. Demanding. Like he's been holding himself back and finally snapped.

I kiss him just as fiercely, my fingers gripping him, nails scraping skin. The counter digs into my hip as I lean into him, trying to get closer, needing more.

He pulls back just enough to look at me, his chest heaving, his eyes dark and wild. "Keira?—"

"Don't," I breathe. "Don't you dare apologize or ask if I'm sure."

His jaw tightens.

He lifts me like I weigh nothing, his hands gripping my thighs as he sets me on the counter. The granite is cold beneath me, shocking against my overheated skin. My legs wrap around his waist on instinct, pulling him closer, and I feel the bulge of his cock against me.

I melt into him, into the kiss, into the feeling of his body pressed against mine. His skin is warm, his muscles hard beneath my palms as I explore the planes of his chest, the ridges of his abs.

His lips move down my neck, teeth scraping just enough to make me gasp. My fingers dive into his hair, and he kisses me.

"I've been thinking about the last time we were together like this, and I can't get you out of my mind," he says in between kissing my skin. "You've been driving me insane."

"Me too," I manage, my voice shaky. "I've been craving you since. It's been hard," I say, not caring how vulnerable I sound.

He pulls off my shorts in one motion, panties with them. I moan into his mouth as the cold air hits my sensitive parts, and his hands grip my thighs and spread me open.

"Then let me make it up to you."

Before I can ask what he means, he drops to his knees.

My breath stutters. "Octavian."

"Shh," he says, voice wrecked with need. "I've thought about doing this to you since the first night you mouthed off to me."

His hands grip me and drag me forward until I'm teetering on the edge of the counter. Then his hands force my legs open, holding me, and his mouth is on me.