His touch danced along the lace until he reached the fabric that covered most of her breasts.
Killian curled his fingers over the edge of the cup, slid the material down. His knuckles grazed her nipple as he tugged the lace out of the way.
Her breath hissed and her nipple pebbled under his touch. Dizzie let her head to fall backward as he cupped her breasts and teased his thumbs over her nipples.
His palms slid over her shoulders and down her chest, then up into her hair. She swayed closer. The bunched fabric of the bra held her breasts up as an offering as he breathed on bare skin. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.
In that moment, she felt beautiful. Powerful. This amazing man was worshipping her, when it should be the other way around.
She arched toward him and he slid a hand to her lower back, supporting her.
His breath whispered over her breasts, even closer now, and her nipples hardened into tight peaks. Dizzie hovered on a knife’s edge of need—delicious and terrible. She whimpered, the sound pulled from down deep.
She gasped at the first touch of his lips to the tight flesh, her head snapping upright again.
Killian looked up at her, a smile on his lips. His gaze never left hers while he licked and sucked.
With swift, smooth movements, he pulled the undergarments from her body, baring her before he continued to caress her breasts. She hummed in pleasure, squirming. Her legs encountered…pants. “Naked. Now,” she demanded.
His chuckle was dark and deep and sent pulses of want through her system. He pulled back and she keened with the loss. “Patience, Dizzie.”
“No.” She pushed onto her elbows and watched as he dropped his trousers to the ground. His eyes never left her and she burned under his gaze, her body writhing.
She caught a glimpse of shiny metal and then the bed was dipping under his weight, his body warm and solid and big on hers.
He settled between her legs, captured her mouth with his, and slowly—so damn slowly—joined his body to hers.
Chapter32
Killian rolledto his side and gazed at the woman lying on her back next to him. Her red hair, tousled from his fingers, fanned out over the pillow. He played with a curl, watching it spring back into shape. The red was fine, but he wanted to see her blond hair spread over a pillow. His pillow. In his bed. In his home.
The possessiveness he’d felt earlier reared to life again. It didn’t feel nearly as foreign this time.
Dizzie’s cheeks were pink, and her chest rose and fell with her still-rapid breathing. Her neck and chest held the same hint of pink as her cheeks.
She smiled up at him, and his heart thumped hard in his chest.
His eyes trailed lower, looking forward to seeing the rosy glow on the rest of her form.
“My eyes are up here,” she teased.
He dragged his gaze up from the enticing flush of her breasts to meet her shining blue eyes. They glittered with happiness. Or at least satisfaction.
“I know. I like the look of all of you.” He dipped his head down for a kiss, a soft brush of his lips over hers.
She snaked her hand around his neck and pulled him closer.
Passing his free hand over her belly, he rested it on the mattress on her other side. Despite the advanced materials used in his leg, he knew it made him heavier and he didn’t want to hurt her.
“This is a wonderful way to wake up.” She rose to press her mouth to his.
Her tongue traced over his lips, then darted inside.
The pressure on his neck increased, accompanied by the slightest prickle of her nails. He shivered, remembering how they’d pricked his chest as she rode him to climax last night.
While the sex had been beyond amazing, the true marvel of the night was the way she’d accepted him. All of him.
Dizzie hadn’t flinched when his cyber leg had been revealed. The opposite. She’d traced her fingers over the metal and pressed kisses along the length of it.
