But, Keiran was looking at her with a whole load of want in his eyes, and Cherisse hadn’t had anyone look at her like that in a while. She was relishing every bit of heat in those dark eyes. The way his gaze fixed on her hand moving between her legs made her feel more powerful than she’d ever felt lately. Especially after Sean and his shit. The fucking asshole.

“Are you sure?” he croaked. His palm kept rubbing against his thigh. Was he aware he was doing that? She allowed herself a wicked smile. Either he was trying to stop from touching himself, or he was imagining taking over for her hand. She was good with either. The idea of them getting off together like that had her body growing hotter. That was new. She’d never thought she’d be turned on by that, masturbating in front of someone, but oh, she could visualize it clearly now.

“That it’s a good idea? No,” she admitted. “That I want to? Yes. So, do you want to fuck? Yes, or no?”

He swallowed. She grinned. “Yes,” he said. “Condoms? Please say you have condoms. I know I said I’d do anything, but driving in that wetness isn’t my idea of fun.”

“I do.” Remi insisted they keep restocking, whether they were getting any use out of them or not. Be prepared was both their mottos. “Besides, there’s more fun wetness to drive into right here, so...”

Keiran snorted. “That was awful.”

“But oh, so true.” She winked, ready to see this through. She wasn’t prepared for Keiran swooping her up in his arms. She blinked at him as she hung on, the hand she’d been using to pleasure herself digging into his shoulder as he held her, waiting.

“Tell me where I’m going?”

The short trek upstairs to her bedroom was ample time for sense to prevail, but when Keiran deposited her on the bed and began stripping out of her sleep shirt and those ain’t-hiding-shit wet briefs, any lingering hesitations went right outside into the pounding rain. Holy Jesus.

“Fucking hell, dude, what the fuck?”

She’d seen him shirtless before, but now there was no towel to block her view. Her eyes flitted from the muscles bunching in his arms to the pecs she was more than eager to take a bite out of, to his nipples, dark against all that smooth brown skin. Her tongue was eager to trace those abs, and Jesus, take the wheel, her gaze slipped lower to his hard length. He was primed and ready. His hand gripping himself as he watched her ogling him made her press her legs together to ease the throbbing.

The thirst was real. She was ready to get down there and take all of him in her mouth.

“I swear, that filthy mouth of yours does things to me.” He sounded like he was smirking. Damned if she knew with her eyes fixed on his hand as he kept up his lazy strokes, up and down, with a twist at the head.