Killian leans his face close. “How about just because I want you? Because you make me happy? Because you make me smile? Because…I really fucking like you.”
My heart pounds against my ribs, and those reasons make me want—more. That word whispers through me, demanding to be heard, and I work hard not to read into what he says.
However, my heart does a bad job at listening.
I run my fingers against his collarbone, our eyes connected. “I like you too.”
He leans down and presses his lips to mine. “Good. Now,” he says, getting off the bed, and I sit up straight, wondering what the hell has him pulling away. “I want to thank you, give you a night you won’t forget.” Killian extends his hand and I take it, allowing him to help me up. “Will you do as I ask?”
I’d do just about anything. “Yes.”
He pushes my hair back and smiles. “Good. I’m really glad you said that.”
He steps back again, and the loss of his heat is felt everywhere.
“Now what?” I ask, my voice trembling.
“Take off your shirt.”
I start to work at each button but he cuts in. “Slowly.”
The last thing that I want is to slow down, but if I don’t do as he says, he might leave and that would be the worst possible thing. I take my time with each button, sliding my fingers down the fabric until I reach the next one. “Like this?” I ask.
“Yes, just like that.”
“I think you should do this for me,” I challenge. It’s his hands I want on me.
“You want me to undress you?” he asks, as he’s casually leaning against the dresser.
I nod.So very much.
“Then get on your knees and crawl to me.”
Oh. My. God.
I shouldn’t be turned on by this. Every part of me should be screaming in protest at the idea of crawling to him, but instead, I’m hotter than I’ve ever been.
Keeping my eyes on his, I slowly sink to the floor, the cool wood floors are like ice against my overheated body. I do as he says, on my hands and knees, coming to him, wanting so badly for him to touch me.
When I reach him, his erection is tenting his pants. He extends his hand and helps me to my feet. Then he cups my face, bringing his lips to mine in a searing kiss. I hold on to his neck, arching my body into his.
I love how he kisses me. So deeply, so possessively, and I let him claim me each time.
The minty remnants of his gum linger on his tongue, sliding against mine. We kiss and kiss and I could do this forever.
Killian’s hands move down my neck, to my breasts, where he squeezes and rubs his thumbs against my nipples through the fabric.
Every nerve ending comes alive, and my mind is screaming for more. He rips my shirt open, buttons scattering to the floor.
I kiss him harder, pouring all my desire into the touch. Killian responds by pulling my bra down, making my breasts pop up, and then pinching my nipples. He breaks the kiss, moving his mouth down my neck, his tongue leaving a hot trail in its wake.
“You taste like honey,” he says against my neck. “So sweet. So fucking addicting.”
My fingers move to his hair as I lean back, allowing him more access to my skin. “Killian,” I sigh his name when he moves his tongue to my breast, but avoids the nipple.
“As sweet as you are here, you’re even sweeter here.” His hand goes to my core, and he rubs against my jeans.
“Please, take them off.”
