“You taste so sweet, love,” I whisper, giving her mouth a break. I kiss the tip of her nose, then press her chin upward with my thumb so I can taste more of her. I slowly lick and nibble a path down the column of her neck, until I get to the muscle above her collarbone and sink my teeth into it.
A gasp falls from her lips, but I’m too high on her body to stop. I close my lips and suck on her flesh. Her soft, yielding, delicious skin. It’s too much. I need to feel more of her. Taste more of her.
“Come here.” I wrap my arms around her back and pull her chest flush against me. The absolute explosion of pleasure when her soft curves fit perfectly in my arms is more addicting than a drug. I lift my mouth from her collarbone and stare down at her tits squashed against my chest.
Fuckin’ heaven.
“Do ya know how long I’ve ached to touch these?” I run a finger over her supple, round cleavage, then slip it into the cup of her strapless bra until I brush the hard bud of her nipple.
She moans and rests her forehead against mine, watching what I’m doing. “Tell me.”
“Since I first laid eyes on you at Sandro’s penthouse.” Working the pad of my finger back and forth over the stiffening peak, I take my time, enjoying her pleasure. “You and those sexy bleedin’ sundresses.” I push my hand inside and cup her breast. Still working the nipple with my thumb, I squeeze and massage until I feel her squirming against me beneath the water.
Dipping my head to reach her mouth, I kiss her leisurely as I reach around and unclasp her bra, tossing it out of the hot tub. She immediately presses her pillowy curves against me again, wrapping her arms around my neck and deepening the kiss.
And then her legs wrap around my waist, seating my cock against her center, and my control snaps.
Chapter 21
Samantha
When I open my eyes and see Killian has moved in front of me, his arms caging me in, every rational thought flies from my brain. My heartbeat thumps in my ears. There’s a mixture of terror and curiosity. It’s a miracle I haven’t kneed him in the balls. I don’t because I feel… safe. How is that possible?
“Killian…” I whisper. I don’t know if I’m begging him to back off or kiss me. I’m teetering on the edge of hysterics. Being trapped. Not having control or say over what happens to my body. It’s my living nightmare. But… I’m not feeling that. I feel like he’s giving me a choice. And I know if I told him to back off right now he would.
“Aye?” he says, his green eyes locked on mine like he’s searching for something.
“What are you doing?” I’m breathless, surrounded by his lethal energy, his large body, his focus. He’s blocking out the entire world.
There’s a slight rise of his brow, then hunger darkens his expression. “I’m waiting for you to ask me to ruin you, Sam.”
And there it is. He’s waiting for my permission.
Dear God in heaven. Yes, ruin me.
A whimper sneaks up my throat and that’s apparently all the permission he needs. He presses his lips against mine softly, hesitantly at first, coaxing my mouth open with the tip of his tongue. He tastes like champagne and dangerous promises. I can’t even pretend to resist. And when his tongue slides in, and I feel that piercing stroking my own tongue, a burst of need jolts my core like a live wire.
“Mmm,” he moans as he wraps his strong fingers around the back of my neck and devours my mouth like a man starving. I get lost. I feel nothing except pure physical pleasure as his eager lips move down my neck, as his teeth sink into my collarbone. As his hot mouth sucks my skin. I am on fire with need.
“Come here.” He tugs me into his arms, against his firm, warm chest. My breaths are short and choppy. I hear a tiny voice saying,pull away. He’s not for you.But I’m too far over the cliff. I’m freefalling, out of control and completely at the mercy of this man. I wrap my hands around the back of his neck.
He’s stroking the mounds of my cleavage. When his finger slips in and brushes my nipple, another jolt of need hits my core, my inner muscles contract.
“Do ya know how long I’ve ached to touch these?” His voice is a low, raspy growl full of promise and barely concealed lust.
“Tell me,” I say, already breathless.
“Since I first laid eyes on you at Sandro’s penthouse.”
My forehead is pressed against his, watching his talented fingers so I barely register what he just said. Somewhere in the lizard brain that has highjacked all rational thought, though, I feel a spark of satisfaction that he did want me back then.
He whispers, “You and those sexy bleedin’ sundresses.”
My blurry gaze is locked on his hand as he massages my tit, plucking my nipple with his thumb. He’s taking his time, watching my reaction. A pulse begins between my legs. I could come just from this touch.
When he dips his head and takes my mouth again, unclasping my bra and removing it, I take the opportunity to press myself against his hard pecs, and wrap my legs around him.
I moan into his mouth as his thick length rubs against my clit through my underwear. Then press into him, trying to get more friction. I know I’m being needy, but I don’t have the capacity to care. I’ve never felt pleasure like this and it’s making me reckless. A man has never lit me on fire from the inside, never stoked an inferno in my body that I just want to feed and feed until it explodes and consumes us both.
