“If he reallyisyour boyfriend, then prove it.”
“Oh, I’d love to.” I give her the sweetest smile I can muster as I jab my finger into her chest just as she did me, only harder. She stumbles back a fraction, allowing me room to pass.
I drape myself in Killian’s lap just as she’d done moments ago. One of his hands finds my hip while the other squeezes my thigh, his touch sending sparks of electricity through my body.
His brown eyes are filled with lust as he peers up at me. “Did you just claim me, butterfly?” he asks in a hushed whisper, his eyes dropping to his hand as he toys with the hem of my dress that’s ridden up my thigh.
My fingers comb his beard as I grip his chin, guiding hisface up to mine. “You bet your ass I did.”
There’s a collective gasp around us when I take his mouth with mine, and I can’t describe the feeling that spreads through me knowing people are watching. Hisfriendsare watching.
I’ve never been one to enjoy the spotlight, but this is something else.
The hand that was on my hip reaches up to cup the back of my head as the kiss deepens and I’m almost certain I can feel his cock hardening against my hip.
My tongue pushes into his mouth, tasting the beer and cigarettes on his. Giving into the temptation that tugs at me, I open my eyes, finding the woman slack-jawed as she watches Killian and I devour each other. Apparently it’s common knowledge Killian doesn’t kiss, and it does something to me to know I’m the only one hedoeskiss. I smile against Killian’s mouth, I know it’s petty but I can’t help myself, it serves her right for touching what isn’t hers.
My eyes flutter closed and everything around us falls away. In this moment, it’s just Killian and me.
When I’m satisfied I’ve proved that Killianisin fact my boyfriend, I break the kiss and push off his lap, taking Killian’s hand and pulling him to his feet behind me.
I turn to the woman. “Like I said, he’s not interested, so I suggest you go find some other poor schmuck to throw yourself at, because Killian Hunt is off the market until further notice.” And with that, I lead Killian through the bar towards the corridor that leads to the storage room, restrooms and the side door that opens out into the alley.
I need some fucking air.
“Fuck, that was so hot, butterfly.” Killian’s hands are allover me as we exit the bar. Searching and squeezing while he buries his face in the crook of my neck from behind, his hands squeezing my hips.
“What?”
It’s dark out, a stiff winter breeze seeping through the delicate material of my dress, chilling my heated skin.
“You. Being jealous.” He spins me around, caging me in between the wall at my back and the thick wall of muscle of his body as his mouth finds my neck.
I tip my head up to give him better access. “I wasn’t jealous. I just didn’t like her touching you.”
“Never… took you… for the… possessive type,” he says between kisses as he works his way up my neck to meet my mouth.
“What can I say? I’m an only child, and I don’t like to share.” I reach for his chin, guiding his eyes up to mine. “I was making sure she knows you’re mine.”
“And you wanna know something?” His mouth spreads into a grin. “I loved every fucking second.” His mouth descends on mine, stealing the breath from my lungs.
My arms go around his neck as he presses me further against the wall, the sexy scent of his musky cologne making me heady as he grinds his erection against me, stoking the fire growing hotter in my belly.
There’s nothing slow and sensual about this kiss, it’s desperate and chaotic, the tension that’s been brewing since I sent that photo earlier today finally boiling over.
His mouth moves to my neck, his tongue licking over the pulse point there.
“Need to fuck you, baby,” he rasps in my ear.
It’s a mad tangle of hands and clashing of lips and teeth ashe fumbles for the hem of my dress while I blindly work to open his belt buckle, desperate to get it open without breaking the kiss. I manage to undo his pants as he hikes up my dress, before lifting me into his arms, guiding my legs around his waist.
He reaches between us, pushing my panties to the side as the blunt head of his cock teases my entrance.
He pulls back to meet my eyes. “Gonna be hard and fast, butterfly. That okay?”
I nod, but then I remember he needs to hear me say the words. “Yes. Do it.”
In one smooth thrust he fills me up all the way and I cry out.
