Page 75 of The Pinkie Pact

With his free hand, he felt his cheeks. "Don't tell me I have black lipstick all over me."

Still giggling, I touched his lips, trying to wipe some off. "Maybe just a little." But really, it was all over.

He glanced out the window. "Thank goodness we're almost there."

Thank goodness was right because I was ready to devour him.

Halloween Hotness

Sky

Kieran surprised me by coming upstairs with me... without even having to ask him. Maybe knowing Kara wasn't there made all the difference.

Once we were inside, I gladly kicked off my boots as Kieran headed for the bathroom to wash his face. The door open, I heard his laughter and came in after him. Good Lord, I'd been all over him.

"Wow, some girl really did a number on you," I teased as I handed him a washcloth. "Sorry about that."

"I loved every minute of it, beautiful."

That look in his eyes... and just hearing that word love from his lips... well, damn. I knew he hadn't said it inthatway, and I wasn't even ready for that anyway, but it still made me a big pile of mush.

As he scrubbed at his cheeks, I took a look at my own reflection. Oh, boy. I was ready to get all this crap off me.

Carefully, I removed the wig, and wow, that felt good. Taking down my hair, running my fingers through it, I realized I had an audience, Kieran's heated eyes meeting mine in the reflection.

"Hey," I said, bumping his hip with mine. "Move over so I can have a turn."

"Yes, ma'am." He grinned, showing off his freshly scrubbed face.

While I washed away the makeup, he left the room, and my mind wandered to what might happen next. Were Kieran and I ready to have sex? I definitely was. Freaking hell, how many times had I thought about it? I was dying to see what sex was like with Kieran.

I had never liked someone so much, never been so close to someone, and I wondered what the experience would feel like. Would it be different than the "boyfriends" I'd had in the past or the casual hook-ups?

But I wondered if it was too soon for Kieran, probably so, and another idea settled into my mind... one that I was beyond excited about, something I'd been okay with before, but now found myself thrumming with anticipation about.

I was going to make Kieran taste heaven tonight.

When I came out of the bathroom, I heard him in the kitchen, and soon, he walked over carrying two glasses of ice water. He handed one to me, his eyes searching my face. "I-I didn't know if you were thirsty."

Was Kieran nervous?

"Thanks," I said, taking a long drink while watching him over the rim, his face dimly lit from the strands of lights we'd put up for Halloween.

He was somehow even more gorgeous than he'd been before he'd left. How was that possible?

After we both had our fill of water, I took both cups and set them down on the nightstand next to my bed. Then I reached out my hands to him. "Come here, Kieran."

His eyes almost seemed to darken as he stepped closer, putting his hands in mine and squeezing hard. We stared at each other a long moment, our chests moving up and down together, the air filled with the heady sensation of anticipation.

I bit my lip and smiled, thrilled to finally be alone with him. Indoors. Away from everyone else. Seeing the tension in his body, I remembered what I'd thought before, that Kieran was in desperate need of a massage. This boy needed some serious stress relief, and I was going to give it to him.

Even though he'd been so sweet texting me and calling me these past weeks, I knew he'd also been under enormous pressure between his mom's re-election campaign and balancing law school, plus the normal tension that Kieran always seemed to hold in his body.

Leading him to my bed, I guided him to the edge and let go of his hands. Touching his shoulders, I pushed down, hoping he would sit, and I was glad to see he accepted my not-so-subtle suggestion. I smiled to myself as I moved onto the bed behind him.

Putting my hands on his neck, I pressed my chest against his back, whispering into his ear, "Relax. Just relax."

I heard his sharp intake of breath and felt his body tense even more, making me laugh because it was kind of the opposite of what I'd intended. So I began to move my hands, softly kneading them against his tight neck, starting gently and trying to work out the stress.

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