Page 55 of Twins for the Enemy

I smile, the thought already heating up my chilled skin. But the smile falters.

“The party’s today,” I say.

He shrugs. “It’ll be quick. Maybe I’ll give Ellie some whipped cream, so she and Henry will want to kick us all out and make their own desserts out of each other.”

I take a sip from the coffee. The contrasts of flavors trigger all parts of my brain, almost calming me until my brain starts going into overdrive again.

“That would be a fun engagement gift,” I say. “You should start heading back. I need some time to get cleaned up, maybe get a massage after last night. My legs feel like I ran a marathon.”

“As long as you’re ready for tonight,” he says. “I’ll leave my card for you. Get the massage. I ordered some room service, which should be here soon. I’ll try to get back before two. If we don’t get naked too quickly, I can make reservations somewhere. How do you feel about Italian? Or French?”

“I’ve never had French food,” I admit. “I do like Italian.”

“I’ll have some French food delivered here for lunch. We’ll go to the new Italian place for dinner. If we’re dressed.”

He gives me a quick kiss, then seems to think better of it, and leans down for a longer kiss. The steam from the coffee curls under our jaws, and as his mouth opens my mouth, I can almost taste the coffee wafting off the mug.

When he pulls away, he takes his wallet out of his pocket and takes out a gold and black credit card, setting it on the nightstand. As I glance over at it, the light glints off what looks like a diamond in the right corner.

“Buy yourself whatever you want,” he says. “It doesn’t have a limit.”

“Maybe I’ll have to repay you by not having limits either,” I tease.

He groans, his 5 o’clock shadow rubbing against my cheek as he kisses next to my ear.

“I could make Ellie wait,” he says. “And you could put your money where your mouth is.”

“That’s not the only place I could put my mouth,” I whisper.

He pulls back, his pupils slightly dilated and his lips parted as he gazes at me. Lust radiates off him, but if I was naive, I could almost say there was something more there. Something more permanent.

I can’t let myself think that.

I whip off the duvet. With my hand still on the edge of it, he straddles me. He hurriedly pulls off his pants and boxer briefs. His hand grips his erection with an ease that speaks to experience. I can barely take another breath before he thrusts inside me.

My legs pull up as he grips my shoulder to stop me from moving too much against the Egyptian cotton. I press my knees against his ribcage. The zipper of his pants chafes against the inside of my thighs, but it only adds to the sensations that threaten to turn me into confetti.

He buries his face against the curve of my neck, moving slower now, letting his body drag against my clit in a way that makes me arch my back and press harder against him. We’re turning into one body, chasing after the same thing.

Kieran pulls himself up, looking down at me. His dark eyes—those ones that look like the most radiant mahogany that nature could create—mix with his spicy, warm scent, and I could imagine us in some forest, forsaken by humans and making love in a way that only two people can do when everything else has crumbled away.

My breath quickens. Kieran’s hand cups around my breast, squeezing it lightly. His tongue rolls over mynipple before his hot breath hits the wetness, nearly taking me completely over the edge.

“Farah,” he murmurs, kissing under my throat. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I swear he’s ready to tell me something, but the moment slips away as he starts to accelerate his thrusts.

I brace my hands against the headboard to keep from slamming my head into it. He grabs one, drags it down, and presses it between us—right where he’s driving into me. My fingers slip along his cock, soaked and thick, while the heel of my hand grinds against my clit.

The friction is overwhelming.

It’s a perfect storm.

My head lurches back, barely tapping the headboard as the orgasm crashes into me. I must look possessed as my whole body seizes, because every inch of me vanishes into the pleasure pulling me under.

Kieran doesn’t stop. He pulls out just long enough to flip me over, hands rough but careful as he drags my hips up and into place.

His hand comes down and smacks my ass—sharp, stinging, a filthy punctuation that makes me gasp.

He thrusts back into me with a force that knocks the breath from my lungs.

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