“It was. And I’m not ready for it to end, so you’re staying in this bed a little longer.”
I gave a hum of consideration, the idea of not working out was completely foreign to me. “I don’t know . . .”
His hand was still caressing my stomach, and it crept higher, cupping one of my breasts. When his thumb brushed across my nipple, my low moan gave me away. Even the Ice Queen couldn’t say no to this.
“You’re the sexiest sight I’ve ever seen.” He gazed down at me, his erection pressing against my bare thigh. “Hair all messed up, mascara under your eyes . . .”
My hand flew up to cover my face. “Oh, no! I never took my makeup off last night. I’ll stay, but let me go wash my face and brush my teeth.”
“No.” Killian slid his knee up the mattress, using it to part my thighs as he pushed himself up on top of me. “I want you like this.”
He wound the fingers of both his hands into mine, his mouth descending to my nipple. The warm, wet sensation of his circling tongue made me forget about yesterday’s makeup.
I spread my thighs wide and wrapped my ankles around his hips, feeling his groan on my breast.
“I can’t wait to fuck you bareback, Sid. I’d love nothing more than to do that warm, wet pussy right now with nothing between us.”
“You can,” I said. “I use a birth control ring. And I reviewed your personal records, so I know your STD tests came back clean.”
His low laugh caught me off guard. Hands still wound in mine, he drew them up over my head, leaning on his elbows and looking down at me.
“I love that practical mind,” he said. “Always thinking. But no, not yet.”
I gave him a puzzled look. “I’m completely good with it, Killian. I’ve been tested and I’m clean too, if you’re worried about that.”
“I’m not worried about that.” He paused, seeming to consider his next words. “I’ve never had sex without a condom. And I’m . . . not ready.”
I moved my hands to his back, stroking them across the wide, hard surface. “Of course. I’m sorry. It’s a big deal that involves a lot of trust. And you can’t be too careful. If you ever want me to, I’ll show you my medical records so you know I have the ring and don’t have any STDs.”
His lips curved up in a small smile. “No, Sid. I trust those things. I just meant in an emotional way. I’ve never come inside a woman. It’s about the only thing I’ve never done.”
His sincere expression made my heart melt a little. Killian’s sweet, vulnerable side had been worth working for. His brash exterior protected something wonderful.
“I think that’s great,” I said, cradling his cheek in my hand. “To save that. It’s a pretty great thing to do.”
“At least I’ve got one sacred thing to give you someday. You’ll get that, and I already know what you’re saving for me.”
Yes. Yes. God, yes. I wanted both things badly. It was unlike me to sleep with a man once and then feel such a deep, emotional connection. But I could admit this to myself. I was filled with a warm sense of happiness and security. And now I wanted him in a bad way. He’d exposed himself to me, and I needed to feel closer to him right now.
When he kissed me, the longing wasn’t as hot and frantic as last night. It was tender and slow, his weight on top of me creating an ache in my core. I silently gave thanks when he reached over and picked up a condom from the nightstand. He opened it and slid it on without even needing to look, sliding into me a second later.
“Oooh, Killian.” I squeezed my thighs tighter around him. “God, that’s good.”
He entwined our fingers again and pinned my hands over my head. His hips were in complete command of my body, and I was already climbing toward satisfaction.
Our combined heavy breathing was the only sound in the room. He pressed his face into my neck and I took in the minty scent of his hair. I pushed back on his hands, eager to break free and wrap my arms around his back. The hot pressure was building fast, and I wanted to bury my nails in his skin.
He raised his face and looked down at me. “You’re close. I can feel it, baby. Your pussy is so sweet. I’ll never get enough.”
He moved my hands together, pinning them both beneath one of his large palms. When he leaned up and wrapped his other hand around one of the wrought iron rails of my headboard, my body clenched in delicious anticipation.
His thrusts got hard and fast, my bed banging against the wall with each one. I cried out, close to the edge.