Killian (Hope City #8) - Kris Michaels Page 0,51

her warm fingers wrapped around his shaft, pumping it, overwhelmed any further objection.

“No, not weird. Needed. I need to be with you. I need to know you’re okay.” God, that was it. Exactly what he’d been feeling but not understanding. He needed to be with her to make sure she was safe, that she was okay, and that she was still his. Bekki slid over his chest and straddled him as she lowered for a kiss. Her tongue danced with his. The feel of her soft skin under his rough hands stoked his longing to be connected to her.

He cupped her ass and lifted his hips. The hiss of pain from tightening his leg muscles stopped them both. She put her hands on his cheeks. “Let me.” She leaned down and kissed him before she lifted again. “Let me, Killian. Just relax.”

Ha! As if. His cock was already recovering from the sudden jolt of pain. Relaxation was nowhere in his vocabulary. Every muscle in his body was strung tight with desire. Bekki moved down his body, careful not to touch his injured thigh. If she didn’t have those gorgeous long legs, she couldn’t… Oh, sweet heaven. Her mouth covered his head and she swirled her tongue under the cap of his cock, hitting that sensitive bundle of nerves with enough pressure to make him groan. A soft chuckle from her vibrated around his cock and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. She used her hand to stroke him as her mouth worked blissful magic. He ran his fingers through her silky hair and surrendered to her ministrations. He was so lost in the sensations when she pulled off and moved, he almost panicked until he realized what she was doing.

Bekki straddled him and lowered herself onto his cock. Her sex was slick, and the thought that giving him head turned her on made him even hotter. She lowered onto him slowly, swaying her hips as she repeated the pulsing dance. His hands found her hips, and in the light from the bathroom, he watched as her breasts swayed. Her eyes were closed, and when she took all of him, a satisfied smile spread across her face. She leaned forward and used his shoulders to support herself. He cupped her breasts and rolled her nipples with his fingers. She lifted and dropped. The small sounds of need and want they let escape stopped suddenly when the springs of the bed creaked.

Her eyes popped open. He grabbed her hips, stilling her. “I don’t want to stop, babe, but that was loud.”

“They won’t hear. I promise.” Bekki leaned down and lifted again and again. Her rhythm increased and so did the telltale creaks of the bedsprings, but damn it, he pushed the noise out of his head as her body gloved him over and over again. He ground his teeth together, breathing heavily through his nose. If he unclenched his jaw, he’d beg her to stop toying with him and go faster. His fingers dug into the soft skin at her hips. Her pace quickened and he was about ready to die. He dropped his hand to her cleft and stroked her clit.

Her hips stuttered and she threw back her head in a silent cry. Leg be damned, he raised into a sitting position and pulled her down on top of him, lifting her over and over again, chasing his release. The culmination damn near killed him. He clung to her like a lifeboat tossed in the ravages of a stormy sea. He finally released her and pulled them both back onto the mattress—and that’s when it hit him.

“Fuck. We didn’t use a condom.” He shook his head. “I’m so fucking sorry. That was my responsibility.”

Bekki lifted onto her forearms on his chest. That gleam entered her eyes and her wicked smile put him in his place before a word left her lips. “Believe it or not, we modern women realize that birth control is our prerogative and responsibility. There’s no need to worry.”

He pushed her hair back behind her ear. She was so damn independent. “That wasn’t an insult. I want to take care of you.”

“And I’ll let you. When it’s necessary.” She leaned down and kissed him before she carefully moved to his side and snuggled in.

He kissed the top of her head and stared at the ceiling long after she’d fallen asleep. Being involved with Bekki King was never going to be boring.

Bekki listened to the hot