“I never want you to stop wanting me,” she whispers, her words dying in my mouth when she kisses me. Her tongue moves against mine, and I bet she holds paradise between her thighs. Kissing down her neck, I take my time. She isn’t the type of girl you take fast though I want nothing more than to be inside her. Pinching the pink lace between my fingers, I jerk the cups of her bra down, exposing her breasts. Her muddy rose nipples are begging to be kissed and sucked…bitten.
I lift her petite frame easily. Her legs go around me, arms cradling my neck.
Our mouths fuse together, and I carry her toward the bedroom.
Chapter 7
Liri
The back of my head bounces off the wall of the small hallway of our apartment. Killian has me up against the wall. His mouth clamped around one of my nipples. Pleasure, elation, confusion, and desire float between us. In this moment I feel like my boyfriend’s back. My Killian. The man who drives me crazy and loves me like no other.
The towel around his waist falls to the floor and his erection presses between my thighs. “God, Killian.”
His dark eyes snap up to mine. He seems lost but hungry for me. I should say no. I should be strong enough to say no, but I can’t. I’ll take him any way I can have him. I love him. I’ll do anything to keep him even if it hurts like hell.
I slide down his body, feet planting on the floor. His fingers go straight to the button on my jeans as he goes to his knees, kneelin
g before me as though he is about to pray. Killian pauses and eyes me one more time waiting for permission or for me to stop him. I can’t. I won’t. I need this and he does too. My teeth sink into my bottom lip, and I give him a nod, running my fingers through his dark hair. The denim slides down my legs and his lips press against my stomach. His hands go around me to cup my rear giving me a tight possessive squeeze that sends warmth pooling in my belly.
“I like these.” He sucks the little white silk bow on my bottoms into his mouth and rips it off with his teeth.
My boyfriend’s back, and he’s hotter than ever.
Brushing his nose against the crotch of my panties he inhales my scent and growls. Excitement spreads through me like lava as I melt under his touch.
“Take me to bed,” I pant the words out, tilting his chin up. Our gazes lock full of need and want. I’m on fire and the only thing that can put me out is him. Taking his hands in mine, I pull the man I love more than life to his feet and lead him to the bed we share. The bed that’s been empty for two weeks.
I don’t bother turning the sheets down. I just need him to lay me down and make love to me. Killian sits on the edge of the bed, and I move to stand between his legs. Fisting the waistline of my dainty pink lace bottoms, he jerks them down my thighs. I step out of them and kick them aside. Those strong arms I’ve missed so much go around me, and he draws me down on top of him as he lays back. We’re skin to skin, and I fade into him. No words pass between us. I sink down on his erection, spreading my palms and fingers out on his chest. He closes his eyes and grips my hips. Our bodies rock together in slow motion, and I feel on top of the world with him inside me. His fingers trail up and down the path between the valley of my breasts. He repeats the motion until I grab his hand and bring his fingers to my mouth. I grind on him and he moves his hand to my throat. I smile at him.
Killian winks at me then rolls us so that he’s on top. He may not remember that he loves me, but his body does. His hands and his cock do all the talking for him. Hitching my knee over his hip he drives into me. His muscles flex and he draws out only to push back in deeper and harder. My back bows off the bed, and I stare up at him wondering what he’s thinking…if he’s thinking at all.
I want to hear him say he loves me, but I won’t push him. He talks dirty in my ear. “Baby, you’re so hot. Feel so good.” His weight presses down on me, and he bites my neck. Hips rubbing against me, fingers bruising my thighs, evidence of how much he wants me.
“I thought I lost you,” I whisper.
He cuts me off with a kiss. Tongue twisting with mine, sweat dripping down his hard body.
“Fuck, Liri.” Hearing my name leave his lips feels like a gift and it gets me off. I tremble beneath him, scratching my nails down his back, marking him with my love.
Killian shudders and shakes. His release takes hold and he collapses next to me.
I run my fingers through his damp with sweat hair. “You okay?”
“I’m spent.” He breathes out and closes his eyes.
“You should sleep.” I press my lips to his, and he turns away from me. My heart drops to my feet. “Killian?”
“I’m tired,” he mumbles and hugs up to a pillow.
I shove up from the bed feeling dirty and used. In the bathroom I start the shower and survey my naked reflection in the mirror. Lips swollen and puffy. Teeth marks on my breasts. Purple bruises forming on my inner thighs and hips from his fingertips. Tears spill down my cheeks, and I tell myself that as long as he’s he with me I’m going to be fine.
Stepping under the spray of lukewarm water, I wash away his touch and his smell. I scrub between my legs and feel so empty inside. I should have made him wait, but I was stupid and needy. Killian is back to his old ways. I should have known better. He gets what he wants then never wants it again. I hear a heavy thump and bile rises in my throat.
I hurry to get out of the shower, but it’s too late. I hear his engine revving in the parking lot.
I don’t know where he’s going or how to reach him. He has no phone.
Wrapping my robe around me, I pad through the apartment refusing to acknowledge the tangled sheets on our bed afraid I will break if I do.