Caped and Dangerous - Isabel Jordan Page 0,29

her more than Killian wanted her in this moment. Of that, she was sure. It was humbling and flattering and so damn sexy she wanted to shred his clothes, because they were really starting to offend her. How dare these fucking clothes keep his glorious naked skin from touching hers?

“You need to be in me now,” she said on a moan.

His answering smile was pure, unadulterated sin. “I’ve waited two years for you. Do you really think I’m going to rush now?”

She was about ready to cuss him out for making her wait. She’d been celibate for far too long to tolerate this nonsense. They could take their time later. After she’d had at least, oh, maybe ten orgasms. To take the edge off. But he swallowed whatever she was going to say with a hot, demanding kiss that was so good she almost forgave him.

Almost.

“So listen,” he said, biting down gently on her lower lip. “If you’re in such a hurry, do your superpowers include getting naked faster than a speeding bullet?”

Now they were fucking talking!

She shoved him off her. “They do today.”

He barked out a stunned laugh as she shredded their clothes like a rabid honey badger, shoved him back down on the bed and straddled his now-naked hips.

“Now that was impressive,” he said, still chuckling a little.

Impressive didn’t even begin to cover it, she thought, staring down at Killian’s naked body, all spread out under her like a buffet.

And good God, what a buffet it was.

She’d always suspected he made good use of the gym in his building. Now she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt.

He looked so good—tanned, taut skin stretched over miles of rippling muscles—that even though she was more turned on than she’d ever been in her life, her old insecurities (crap she hadn’t even thought about in years) started to rear their ugly heads.

Being a superhero hadn’t stopped time from marching rudely across her body. Her breasts, which had always been on the large side, weren’t as perky as they used to be. Her inner thighs rubbed together a little when she walked. No matter what lotions and potions she tried, the cellulite on her butt didn’t seem to be going anywhere. Her arms had this weird little turkey waddle thing going on up by her armpits.

And here he was, ten years younger than her, built like a Greek God.

“Oh, no you don’t,” Killian growled when she moved to cover her breasts.

Then he flipped her over onto her back, nudged her legs apart with his knee, and pinned her wrists above her head.

“You will not cover up,” he said, his warm breath fanning over her mouth. “Not with me. You’re gorgeous, Greer. Don’t ever hide that beauty. Not from anyone, but especially not from me.”

He glanced down the length of her body and ran his tongue over his bottom lip—a move that caused every muscle she had in the lower half of her body to clench. “There’s not a single thing about your body that I don’t love, and if you don’t believe me now, you will by tomorrow.”

“Why by tomorrow?” she asked on a breathy gasp.

“Because I plan to worship every inch of this body tonight, Freckles. Every. Fucking. Inch.”

And poof, just like that, the last of her insecurities disappeared.

Huh. Maybe Killian Morgan had superpowers, after all.

Dirty superpowers were a thing, right?

But that and every other thought in her head abandoned her when he slid a hand down her stomach before slipping it deftly between her legs.

Greer might’ve had a mini stoke at that point. Because when his hand started to move—in exactly the right spot with exactly the right amount of pressure at exactly the right speed—she was pretty sure she had no control of her body. It was his body now.

And he touched her like it was his damn job.

It wasn’t long before she was nothing more than a whimpering, panting, sweating, begging, puddle of need. She suddenly needed to come more than she needed her next breath, but it wasn’t up to her.

It was all up to him.

“Please,” she moaned, bucking against his hand. “Now.”

He stopped moving his hand—Goddamnit!—and seemed to consider her request, before saying, “Not yet.”

She would’ve shrieked in protest, but she about swallowed her tongue when he dipped his head and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. He shifted his attention to her other breast, before lifting his head to see her reaction when he started moving his hand again.

Greer bit down on