“Yes,” She breathes.
“That’s my good girl,” With one last quick kiss to her mouth, I slam her door and round the car, my cock aching, my stomach in knots but the anticipation of what’s to come, of what I am about to have makes everything else irrelevant.
There is only us.
Chapter Twenty-two
There’s an ache in my thighs and a pulsing between my legs that I cannot get rid of. I move and fidget but then I replay his kiss and see his drawings and hear his words and it just adds fuel to the fire.
The embers of us only need a spark to turn back into the burning inferno that we are when we clash.
The car ride home is done in silence, and anticipation brews the closer we get.
We’ve hit the gas pedal and can no longer stop; the brakes don’t work.
He pulls the car into the driveway and climbs out once he’s killed the engine and slowly,casually,walks around to my side. Opening my door, he holdsout his hand to help me from the vehicle. He says nothing, not a thing while his hand presses to my spine and he guides me toward the door.
I’m not sure why I’m trembling but the quaking only becomes clear when I take my keys from my purse to unlock the door.
“Nervous, Savannah?” Killian whispers as he takes the key from my hand and slots it into the lock.
“I don’t know,” I whisper.
He chuckles and it sends a chill down my spine. But that ache? Still there, pulling tighter, making me wetter while my heart pounds behind my ribcage. He opens the door and steps to the side to let me through first and then steps in behind me, shutting and locking the door.
“Upstairs,” He orders, “I want you naked and spread for me.”
Swallowing, I dip my chin and nod, heading to the stairs and follow the short hall to my bedroom, his body only a few steps behind mine.
Killian closes the door behind him and then stays there. I keep my back to him as I start to slip my clothes from my body, throwing each item onto the suitcase to the side. When I’m down to my underwear, I take a deep breath and strip out of them too.
“Turn around,” He orders in a low, rough voice.
My heart is beating so fast I’m sure it can be seen pumping against my chest, and as hiseyes roll down me, not leaving a single part of me left untouched, goosebumps break out across my skin.
“Look at you,” He licks his teeth, “So fucking perfect, aren’t you? So damn pretty.”
“What next?” I ask.
“Don’t rush me, Savannah,” His dark eyes flick to mine momentarily before they drop back down to my chest, “Go lay back on the mattress.”
I take a few steps back, until the heels of my feet touch the bed and then I lower, laying myself down until I’m resting on the pillows.
And still, he just watches. His need is evident in the tenting of his pants, cock straining against the zipper but he doesn’t reach for himself. His hands remain in his pockets as he takes a few steps to the end of the bed.
“Spread your legs,” He rasps the order as he lowers himself into a crouch to get on my level. To seeallof me, I realize.
My knees fall apart and I watch as the muscles in his jaw tick, eyes darkening to a touch below menacing.
Slowly, he inches forward, nudging his body between my parted legs as his hands hold my thighs apart and then he looks up my body.
“Don’t move, Savannah. You move, I stop.”
“Wa–” My voice is cut off on a loud, surprised moan when his tongue swipes me from entrance to clit.
My spine arches away from the mattress as pleasure shoots through me, every single nerve ending setting on fire as his tongue works me but then suddenly, it’s gone, my pussy throbbing wildly at the loss of his tongue.
“Killian,” I cry, head whipping up to see what he’s doing. He’s glaring up at me from between my legs, his mouth glistening with my arousal while his fingers press into my inner thighs.
