He made a very agreeable sound inthe back of his throat and moved to the other breast. His talented fingerstugged my bra cup down, giving me the pleasure I was so, so desperate for.
I leaned into him, giving him asmuch of me as he wanted. Taking as much of him as I could get. One handsupported my back, the other played with the waistband of my leggings. Hisfingers dipped inside, and I shivered at the tickling sensation.
He sucked harder on my nipple, and Inearly exploded. Adjusting his grip, he leaned me back further, exposing melike his own personal feast. He kissed his way from one breast to the other,taking his time on my breastbone, then over my heart as it raced in my chest.His fingers dipped further inside my leggings, playing with the seam of mypanties.
His fingers brushed over my core,separated from my most intimate part by just a thin scrap of fabric. He movedhis fingers again in a way that was so perfectly timed I bucked against him.
I dug my fingers into his hair as wekissed and kissed and kissed. He moved my underwear to the side and his fingersdragged over my center deliberately slowly. My breath caught in my throat as Iwaited for more, barely holding onto the tether of reality.
One finger slid inside me, and Istopped kissing him. I couldn’t multitask anymore. I couldn’t even thinkcoherent thoughts anymore. I rested my forehead against his and accepted the pleasurehe was intent on giving.
He moved that one finger achinglyunhurried. Deep. Deeper.Oh, God.
A second finger joined his first,and that was all it took. I held onto him as fireworks burst behind my closedeyelids. My body clenched around his fingers while my head swam in the bestway, dizzy and disoriented. The orgasm burst through me, tightening everysingle muscle as I gasped and clung to him, unable to let go until I’d landedback on earth, fully sated.
Oh,my God.
There was more I wanted to do. MoreIneededto do. But first, I had tocatch my breath. Our temples were pressed together, his breathing as erratic asmine. The only difference between us was I had my pleasure, and he was stillhard and tense beneath me.
Which was perfectly fine with me. Icould help him out with that.
And I planned to.
Unfortunately, he had other plans.
When my breathing had finally evenedout, he pressed a sweet kiss to the corner of my eye and stood up withoutwarning. I let out a squeak of surprise as his hands went under my bum, taking mewith him.
Apparently, the fun part of theevening was over. Killian was officially on a new mission.
ChapterTwenty-Two
“Where are we going?” I laughed ashe moved through the restaurant.
He didn’t say anything. He justcontinued to stalk through his kitchen, his domain, flipping light switches ashe went.
The kitchen was just as beautiful asthe first time I’d been here, only bigger without all the activity that broughtit to life. Nevertheless, my breath caught, and my stomach flipped, feeling thedeep, familiar pull that whispered I belonged here.
Maybe not here-here. But somewherelike it.
I loved Foodie, but this was what Iwanted. I wanted it to be mine. I wanted the staff and the space and the rushof dinner service. I wanted the acclaim and the challenge and every singlething.
No matter how satisfying running myfood truck was, it would never compare to this. And I wasn’t made to settle forit. I couldn’t shut off the need to be something better, something more…something great.
If I could, I would. Truly. It waslike a burden that I didn’t know how to carry. I just wanted to put it down andwalk away from it, leave it for someone else to find.
But I couldn’t.
Killian set me down on the centercounter, the stainless steel cold against the backs of my thighs. He stayedbetween my legs, playing with the ends of my hair.
His eyes had lost the listlessnessfrom disappointment and too much whiskey. They were now clear, green and endlesslydeep.
He dropped my hair and brushed thebacks of his fingers over my jaw. “You’re incredible, Vera.”
I reached up and grabbed a handfulof his beard, bristly to the touch, and tugged. “I’ve wanted to do that since Imet you,” I explained. “Sorry.”
He smiled patiently at me, butuntangled my hand from his facial hair so he could link our fingers together. “Hungry?”
A blush stained my cheeks, andbutterflies buzzed in my belly. “Mmm-hmm.”
