Chapter 12 Room 712 (3)

Kieran’s kiss was still burning on my lips, his tongue leaving me dizzy as he pinned me against the sink. My hands roamed his chest, greedy for every inch of him, and I couldn’t wait anymore—I needed more. I pulled back, breathless, my eyes locked on his, and sank to my knees right there on the bathroom tile. The cold bit into my skin, but I didn’t care. I was his top fan, and I was about to prove it. My fingers hooked into the waistband of his blue shorts, trembling as I tugged them down slow, inch by inch, revealing the tight black boxers underneath. His thighs flexed, hard and tan, and I slid the boxers down next, peeling them off like I was unwrapping a fucking gift. His dick sprang free, and I sucked in a breath—not too long, but thick, so thick it made my mouth water. It curved up, heavy and proud, the cap glistening under the bathroom lights.