In the end, my second time with Kieran is even better than the first. It’s emotionally charged, careful at times, rough at times, and pleasurable all the time. He comes close to losing control a time or two, I can tell—clutching a little too fiercely at my breasts, or kissing my neck a little too hard—but he stops himself before I have to.
Not that I really could stop him again even if it came to that. Not when it feels this good.
When it’s over, the nervousness returns to his gaze, and he searches my eyes with a renewed desperation.
“Are you okay?” he demands.
He’s still on top of me.
“I’m fine,” I say, laughing. I tug at his arm, guiding him to fall back onto the bed with me. He does, wrapping an arm around me so that I can curl up into his chest.
“Was that…” Kieran stammers. “Did
