She wrapped her legs around his waist, suddenly grateful for the terribly short dress.
Locking her ankles behind his back, she trapped his hips between her legs. Wanting,needingto press all of her body against him. His warmth. His strength.
They’d only be closer if they were naked.
That conjured up an image of their bodies tangled together, bare skin to bare skin.
Goddamn. She wanted that.
Now.
Dizzie rocked her hips forward, finding the ridge of his erection. She rubbed against him. Gasped as he rocked back.
Killian took advantage of her parted lips and deepened the kiss.
Her wrists crossed behind his neck and one hand slid into his hair. The other grasped him around his collar, careful to limit her nails to the fabric. Repeating the warehouse incident was the last thing she wanted.
He broke the kiss and Dizzie whimpered.
His knowing chuckle rumbled through her body, from her chest to the juncture of her thighs.
She wiggled against him, trying to get closer.
His mouth captured hers again. Holding her close, he moved, carrying her with him.
Her legs wrapped around him, each slow and steady step ratcheted up her desire.
Then she was falling.
She squeaked, pulling away from the kiss.
“Easy,” he said against her lips. “I’m sitting down.”
Dizzie recognized the bedspread over his shoulder. “Oh.” She buried her face in the crook of his shoulder, trying to process this experience.
She was on a bed with Killian St. John.
On a bed. With Killian. St. John.
In his arms.
Killian paused, attuned to her movements. “Are you okay? Do you want to stop?”
“No!” She leaned back to look at him. “No. I mean…”
“No, it’s not okay? Or no, you want to stop?” His smile had an edge that did nothing to ease the fire burning in her blood.
Two could play that game, though. “No stopping,” she said, emphasizing each syllable with a light press of her nails to the nape of his neck.
“Anything for the lady,” he rasped in her ear. His stubble brushed the sensitive skin below her ear and her whole body shivered.
Bracing her hands on his shoulders, Dizzie unlocked her legs from around his waist and shifted to straddle him. It still wasn’t enough, but it was closer.
Killian’s hands were firm but gentle as they slid up her back. He cupped her neck, gentler this time, threading his fingers through her hair. He tugged a little, locking his gaze with hers.
She read the question in them. “Yes.”
Desire flared in his eyes.
