A patch of dark hair in the middle of his chest trailed down to his lower abdomen. It was going to be such fun to see how far that went.
Her hands pressed against his warm skin while she decided what to do next with this beautiful man laid out beneath her.
Obviously, she knew what to do. Tonight felt different, though.
New. Special.
Two words that freaked her out.
Instead of thinking, she focused on feeling. His warm skin. Firm muscles. His rapid pulse.
Dizzie lifted her palms the barest fraction, enough to glide her hands over him and feel the tickle of his chest hair.
She smiled at the sensation.
“I can only take so much,” he groaned. Desire coated his voice, sending a thrill through her.
“You sure about that?” Was that her voice? The soft husky one?
“Yeah,” his voice rumbled. The room spun around her.
One minute, Killian was pinned beneath her. The next, their positions were reversed.
“You’ve tortured me long enough.”
She blinked up at him, her heart racing. “Hi.”
“Hi.” He braced above her on his forearms, hovering in a partial pushup that kept most of his weight off her.
His shirt hung open, the loose sides curtaining her torso. She was surrounded by his scent.
Her hands had been on his chest before he’d flipped them. Now she slid them down his sides. His muscles quivered as she traced her nails along the length of him.
Dizzie’s arms circled around to his back. She ran her hands up to his shoulder blades and back down. She traced the ridge of his spine as it disappeared beneath his waistband.
Her hands followed his musculature, which brought her back out to his hips. She curled her fingers into his belt loops and shoved down.
Killian stilled. Tension radiated from his forearms, his abdomen.
Dizzie stared up at him. She tugged on his belt loops again. “It’s okay,” she whispered.
His gaze searched hers.
Whatever he saw there must have reassured him, because he slowly lowered his body, pressing her into the cheap mattress.
His body was more solid than she’d expected. Muscle and bone and metal. He must have hesitated because of his cyber leg.
She pressed her cheek to his. “I want you,” she whispered into his ear. “All of you.”
She didn’t care about his leg. In fact, she welcomed it. It gave them common ground.
Now they were nearly eye to eye, the rest of their bodies aligned. “Are you sure about this?” His voice was still husky.
She searched his gaze. For whatever reason, he was seriously concerned. “I promise.”
“I wanted to wait until we were somewhere safe.”
“The only way we’ll be safe is if we catch whoever was behind the bombing. How about we settle for safe enough?”
