She nipped again, harder than before. His bottom lip this time.
Killian pulled back, his grip on her waist loosening. He sucked in a deep breath.
Dizzie took advantage of the pause. Using his shoulders and the chair for leverage, she lifted up and changed position, nestling her legs in the space between Killian and the arms of the chair. Her knees bracketed his thighs before he’d had time to blink.
She pulled him closer.
His eyes searched hers.
“Yes,” she said. Her passion-hazed gaze met his.
Answering desire flared in his eyes. He leaned in toward her mouth, fingers digging into her hips as he pulled her closer.
When his lips met hers this time, it was no chaste closed-mouth kiss.
His kiss bundled all the danger and passion, fear and mystery of the past days into one explosive concoction.
She met him kiss for kiss. Nipping and sucking. Tongues tangling.
Push. Pull.
Give. Take.
The play of their lips more intense than anything she’d experienced before.
Scooting closer on her knees, she pressed her center against his arousal. Moaned into his mouth.
Closer. She had to get closer.
On her hips, his hands exerted enough pressure to angle her pelvis closer to his.
Hell yeah.
She squeezed her thighs together, trapping him beneath her. Her hips took on a life of their own, rocking back and forth, and pressing her heated core to his hard length.
Killian groaned and tugged her shirt free of her pants. When his hands slipped under her shirt, his palms heated her skin like a brand.
She hissed and he captured the sound with his mouth.
He traced delicate lines over her lower back. The restrained power in each touch made her shiver.
Dizzie pressed her breasts against his chest. The heat of him burned her inside and out.
She tore her mouth away from his and fought to catch her breath.
“You feel amazing,” she gasped. She dipped her head for another kiss.
He traced another design on the small of her back, with his nails this time, and she almost came out of her skin.
Blood rushed to her nipples. The stiff peaks strained against her lacy bra and her brain nearly short-circuited.
She ground her pelvis against his, the delicate lace of her panties providing another layer of sensation. The warmth of his arousal was just out of reach, the barriers of their clothes too much, and she whimpered against his mouth.
Hips swiveling, she braced her hands on his shoulders, exerting more pressure in her quest to get closer.
He growled.
The sound called to her primitive side. She nipped at his lips again and gripped his shoulders.
