He staggered back a step, but never broke the kiss. Instead, he deepened it, his tongue sweeping along the seam of her lips then darting inside.
One arm supported her under her thighs, the other curved around her waist, then dipped down to grab her ass.
He squeezed and Dizzie gasped, opening up further for his tongue’s plunder.
More careful of her fingernails this time, she kneaded his shoulders, trying to get closer to him with every heartbeat.
He hoisted her higher and she took control of the kiss.
Took. And took. And took.
Killian pulled away, rested his forehead against hers. Beneath their harsh breathing, she heard mewing.
It was her. Her face flamed in embarrassment.
“I need to go.” His voice was rough and sent shivers through her body, the same way his kisses had.
She nodded, too breathless to speak.
“You need to let me go.”
This time, Dizzie shook her head.
To emphasize her point, she tightened her thighs around him. Toned and strong from riding, they easily supported her as she rubbed against the erection that said he didn’t want to go.
“You’re evil,” he finally groaned.
She took it as a compliment. “I know.”
He brushed his lips over hers again but pulled back before she could capture them.
Shifting their bodies until her back was against the wall, he gently pressed her against it. The movement ground her core against him. They groaned in unison.
With the wall supporting her, he reached back and unlocked her ankles.
She dropped her legs slowly, feeling around with her tiptoes until they touched solid ground. Killian waited until she stood on her own—mostly—before stepping away.
With a sound of displeasure, she said, “Party pooper.”
He laughed. “You have no idea how much I want to stay. We have things to do. I want you safe before I take you to bed.”
That was…unexpected, but the promise in his voice sent shivers through her. She had every intention of holding him to that. “Well,” she purred, “in that case, you need to leave.”
Dizzie stepped past him to open the door. Sheer force of will kept her legs from wobbling. Her arms swept out in invitation.
He laughed again. “Lock up behind me.”
She managed to close and lock the door before her legs gave out. She slid to the ground and leaned back against the door.
What the hell had just happened?
Chapter27
Dizzie passeda few small shops that catered to non-corporate types, then crossed the street. She stood in the dim glow of the blinking neon sign above the bar. There was no bouncer at the door—you entered Razor Jack’s at your own risk. With a deep breath, she pushed the door open. Chaos, music, and light spilled out.
This wasn’t her first time here. Why was her stomach fluttering? She buried her nerves and walked in like she owned the place. It was the only way to not draw attention. She’d never been a regular, but she’d been to the bar enough to know how it worked.
Carefully picking her way through the main bar area on borrowed black heels, she sat down at a table near the back. Her feet hurt. Her boots were stowed in her bag and she missed their comfort and stability desperately.
