Killian (On the Line 1)

She moaned, her hips still rocking against me. Pinning her to the wall with my hips, I took my other hand away from her ass and wove it into her hair so I could cradle her head with both hands. My mouth needed more of hers. I lost all control when I kissed her soft lips this time. The harder I pulled on her hair and the deeper I kissed her, the tighter she squeezed her legs around my waist.

We clung to each other, tasting and touching and groaning. Her hands moved up and down my back and shoulders, working my T-shirt up so her fingers could touch my bare skin.

My breath came fast and hard, all rational thoughts forgotten. All I could do was feel, but this feeling was like nothing I’d ever experienced. I was drowning in Sidney, and I never wanted this kiss to end.Sidney

This was the kiss I’d been waiting for my whole life. The one that knocked me off balance and made me dizzy with desire. I’d always assumed a kiss like this was just a myth from a fairytale, but I was wrong. It was indeed possible to be set on fire from head to toe by a kiss. It was happening to me right now. Killian’s lips would ravage my mouth one second and then tenderly caress the skin of my neck the next. I was tasting him, feeling the powerful muscles I’d been admiring from afar and realizing it was actually possible to take part of another person into yourself.

The more I took, the more I wanted. If we didn’t stop this, we’d be screwing against my office door within a few minutes. I closed my eyes, memorizing the feel of his lips on me for a few more sweet seconds.

“We can’t do this,” I said, breaking away from him against my will.

His hands released my hair and he stepped back. My feet dropped back to the ground. We were both panting as our sanity returned. His shirt was still tangled around his chest and his hair was sticking up in every direction on top.

He blew out a breath and I saw an apology in his icy blue eyes.

“I wanted it,” I said. “More than you know. I’ve just worked too hard for too long to be a team owner who fucks her own players right in her office.”

“Can we fuck somewhere else?” The corners of his lips turned up playfully.

“Dammit, stop tempting me, Killian.”

“You’re the one tempting me,” he said, accusation in his tone. “Wearing your hair down like that, and that shirt with two buttons undone.”

I glanced down at my chest. “You can’t see anything. My cleavage is completely covered.”

“But your collarbone and chest are sexy. They were begging to be kissed.”

“I hope you understand that if attraction was my only consideration, I would be on my desk with my legs spread right now,” I said.

“Christ, woman,” he muttered. “If you want me to keep my hands off you, stop saying shit like that.”

“I’m trying to do the right thing, even though it’s really hard.”

“It’s rock hard, baby. And much larger than average.”

I couldn’t help it. My eyes went down to the bulge in his pants again, which was now standing at full attention, his workout pants tented around it. I didn’t even need to see it to know it was a lot larger than average.

“God damn, it turns me on when you look at me that way. My balls are gonna be Flyers blue soon, but I won’t push. I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret.”

I sighed sadly. “It’s really unfair that the one person I crave is off limits.”

“You crave me?”

“So much,” I admitted.

“Will you do something for me? I promise things won’t escalate if you do.”

“What?”

There was a note of pleading in his voice. “Will you unbutton your shirt? I just want to look at you.”

My body responded with a powerful throbbing between my legs before my lips could form an answer. He wanted to look at me. Could he possibly make me feel any sexier?

“Just my shirt?”

He nodded and slid his hands into the pockets of his workout pants.

“My hands won’t leave these pockets ’til I leave this office.”

Taking a step back, I reached for the first button, my eyes locked on his. I unfastened it and moved to the next one. Irrational thoughts like firing him, screwing him and then giving him his job back were running through my mind.

Cool air brushed across my bare stomach and goose bumps broke out on my skin. When I undid the final button, I pulled the shirt open all the way. Killian’s eyes roved over my lacy, pale gray bra.

“You are absolutely perfect,” he said, reverence in his tone.

I drank in the compliment, my body buzzing with sexual tension. When he closed the distance between us with one big step, I took a step back, not trusting myself.