In her body.
“Yes what, Dizzie?”
“Yes, to this.” She raised her hand and traced a nail—gently—over his lips. “Yes, to you.” Echoing his position, she moved her hand to the back of his neck. “Yes, to it all.” She lowered her lips to his.
He let her control the kiss. Mostly. He used his hand in her hair to direct her, a tug here, a press there. But she did the same.
Give and take.
Push and pull.
It was a dance. A slow seductive tango made up of nibbles and nips. Darting tongues, breathy moans.
Dizzie swayed against him. Her fingers flexed on his shoulders, but she remembered not to curl them. She didn’t want to hurt him. Not again. Not ever.
The kiss was amazing. She never wanted it to end.
Yet, she wanted more. Never removing her lips from his, she pressed her hands against his biceps.
He resisted for a second before the tension in his abdomen eased and he slowly lowered them both to the bed.
His abs contracted as they sank—slowly, so damn slowly—to the bed until he was stretched out beneath her, her inner thighs pressing against his hips.
Killian felt so good beneath her. It had been a while since she’d taken a lover. Too much to do, no good options. She reveled in having a good option—a great option—now.
Dizzie shifted to get a better taste of him.
His hands tightened around her waist, his grip strong and sure. The way he held her made her feel feminine. Powerful.
Breaking the kiss with a last nibble on his lower lip, she pressed her hands to his chest and sat up slowly, exploring the different places her body rubbed against his. “I like seeing you at my mercy.”
“Atyourmercy?” His look seared her, his voice huskier than normal.
She did that. She got him all gravelly and hot.
So she played with it.
She shrugged, deliberately rolling her shoulders. The movement emphasized her breasts. Normally, that move wouldn’t do much. In this dress… Yeah, the flames in his eyes burned brighter.
“For now.” Dizzie injected a teasing smile into her voice.
His answering grin aroused and terrified her. She knew her way around a man’s body. But this man? This feeling? It was bigger, more powerful than she’d ever experienced.
“For now,” she repeated, “you’re all mine.”
Locking her knees against his hips for balance, Dizzie tilted her body forward and laced her fingers with his. She used their interlocked hands as a balance point and shifted her weight above him until they were face-to-face.
She brushed a feather-light kiss over his lips. Shifted to tiny kisses down his jaw.
Killian turned his head to capture her mouth in another of those devastating kisses, but she laughed and avoided his lips, continuing to pepper his jaw and neck with dainty kisses.
He strained beneath her.
Dizzie smiled. He could reverse their positions easily. Instead, he was letting her play. She nipped his jaw, then scattered kisses over it.
“You’re killing me,” he growled.
Her grin widened. She ducked her head and dragged her tongue over his neck.
