The deal was simple.
One night. No strings. No rules. Just him and me.
Kieran wasn’t the kind of man you said no to.
Tall, built like sin, with tattoos crawling across his veins and a gaze that burned like fire—he looked at me like he’d already f****d me in a thousand ways inside his head. And now it was real.
The hotel room door had barely closed before his hands were on me. Rough, claiming. My back slammed into the wall, his mouth crushing mine in a kiss that stole every breath I thought I had. His tongue pushed past my lips, filthy and demanding, like he was tasting a meal he’d been starving for.
“f**k,” he growled against my mouth, one hand gripping my jaw, the other already sliding under my dress. “You’re shaking for me already?”
“Yes—” the word broke into a gasp when his finger
