"Sarah. Fuck."
Ki's no poet, but he gets his point across. And he wants me, his brown eyes so dark they're nearly black. His features are hard, his face stark with hunger.
God, I need to feel him. I scrabble at his pants button, our heads ducked and watching my clumsy fingers. Jeez. I can't—this stupid button—
"You're killing me," Kieran says after a long moment.
"I can't–freaking–there. Got it." I yank his pants open, triumphant.
"It's hardly Fort Knox."
"Easy for you to say. All you have to do is slide your hands under my dress."
Even as the words come out, Ki grins, running his palms up my thighs. His thumbs dip into the center, rubbing me through the fabric of my panties, and I tilt my head back, lips parting. It wasn't long ago that he pushed his fingers inside me, but I'm need
