He waited so long to answer, Dizzie wondered if he’d changed his mind. If he had, she’d survive. She’d be sad, but she’d survive.
Instead, he pressed his cheek into her hand. His five-o’clock shadow tickled her palm.
What would it feel like when he dragged his jaw across her body? She shivered in anticipation.
His wicked grin returned.
“Safe enough,” he repeated and ducked his head to kiss her.
Every move echoed what she’d done to him. Whisper-light kisses down her jaw. Kisses he took a step further, tracing his tongue along the swirl of her ear and breathing on her damp skin.
Her next shiver only egged him on.
She’d pressed kisses to his arms and chest. Killian raised the bar, continuing the rain of kisses over her.
Even through her dress, wherever he touched her burned like fire. Fire that burned away the old and let a new Dizzie rise in its place.
Attraction and longing that she’d never experienced before coursed through her.
His hands slid over her breasts, his touch burning through the skimpy material of her dress.
“More,” she gasped and rubbed against him.
Dizzie grabbed his shirt at the shoulder seam, curling her fingers into the fabric. She dragged the shirt down his arms until it tangled around his biceps. With a mew of complaint, she tugged again.
It wouldn’t budge, not with his hands still on her.
“Not okay,” she muttered.
He stilled instantly, staring down at her. “What’s not okay?”
She tugged on his shirt. “Too many clothes.”
“Yeah, that’s a problem.” His voice was gravelly, though she caught a hint of a smile.
She wriggled beneath him.Why didn’t he understand?She wanted his clothes off. Now. “Fix it!” Her demand came out somewhere between a moan and a shout.
“Whatever the lady wants.”
His weight eased off her and Dizzie whimpered, already missing him. Whose stupid idea was this?
Oh, right, hers. Dammit.
The bed shifted as he stood up.
She pushed up onto her elbows to watch him.
Killian stood beside the bed. Her gaze traveled up his body, taking in every detail. His erection bulged in his purple pants.
Her cheeks flushed. She flicked her eyes upward, taking in his muscled torso. The scruff on his chin, the sexy shadow that made him look a little dangerous. Her tongue slicked over her lips and another rush of heat flooded her sex.
Squirming, she pressed her thighs together. She’d never been this turned on in her life. If the foreplay was this good, how would she survive the main event?
When she met his eyes, the heat in them told her he’d enjoyed the way she devoured him with her gaze. The strength of her arousal overpowered her embarrassment and Dizzie didn’t look away. She was hungry for him and refused to hide it.
He held her gaze, his attention never wavering, as he shrugged out of his shirt. It dropped to the ground, gravity doing what she hadn’t been able to do.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
