Killian (Hope City #8) - Kris Michaels Page 0,84

of them. He palmed her ass and lifted her as he carried her to the desk. The cold wood of the top of the desk forced a gasp from her, but the momentary shock ebbed into a reality filled with only Killian. He consumed her attention, wiped out the rest of the world, and became the center of her universe.

She heard his zipper and felt his heat against her. “Wait.” She pushed on his chest and he stilled immediately.

“Are you all right?” He panted the question.

“I will be. Move.” He backed away, his erection bobbing from the V of the open zipper of his jeans. She slid off the desk and turned her back to him, leaning over the highly polished mahogany desktop. She looked over her shoulder and smiled. It was all the invitation he needed. He ran his hands over her ass, up her waist, and to her shoulders as he leaned down and kissed her spine between her shoulder blades. The soft touch of skin against skin rolled in an electric current straight to her core. He entered her carefully, as he always did. By the time he’d seated himself, they were both panting, desperate with need. “Harder.” The word was her mantra with Killian, encouraging him to take her, that he wasn’t hurting her. God, he so wasn’t hurting her.

He gripped her shoulders and straightened. The force of his hips snapping forward and filling her popped her eyes open. It was glorious. The tightening and quickening of her core surged forward with each advance and retreat of Killian’s glorious body inside hers. She braced against the wood and pushed back as he thrust forward. The sensations stupefied every thought except the need for more. Lost in the friction, she shattered. The echo of her voice in the large room melded with a roar from Killian as his hips stuttered and he pulled her back against him.

Bekki dropped her head and forearms to the desk and Killian dropped over her, bracing himself with his hands, their panting gasps for air a testimony of spent desire and fulfilled need. Killian moved first. He dropped down and kissed her shoulder. “I love you.”

She turned so they could kiss. “I love you, too.” The kiss was sloppy, messy, and absolutely perfect. She glanced at the clock and stood up, slamming her head into Killian’s. “Ow! Damn! Are you okay?” She rubbed the back of her head as he stepped back and gave her room.

He rubbed the center of his forehead and nodded. “What happened? Did something bite you?”

“Huh? Oh! No, I saw the time. We have to watch my report.” She glanced at her clothes in a pile on the floor.

He glanced at the clock. “We still have ten minutes. I’ll distract the dogs, you get some clothes on, and we’ll meet back in the family room in five.” He dropped a kiss on her lips and tucked himself back inside of his jeans as he headed to the door. “Who wants a treat?” The dogs immediately started barking and Killian laughed as he fought his way out into the hall.

Bekki kicked off her shoes, picked them and the rest of her clothes up, and opened the door. She could hear Killian in the kitchen and took the opportunity to race into their bedroom across the house. Because the dogs had zero boundaries, she shut the door and padded into the bathroom where she freshened up. Five minutes later, wearing jeans, an old t-shirt, and fleece socks, she wandered into the family room. Both Thor and Oden had their own dog beds that Bekki had rescued from Walter’s house when she retrieved the animals. Duke was in his position beside Killian. She sat down, and Duke shifted so he was touching both of his people. Killian passed her a glass of white wine. She smiled as he grabbed his IPA. “This is the big one, right?”

He pointed the remote to the projector and the entire wall illuminated. “It is.” She’d been requested to do a wrap-up of the fallout from the series of reports she’d done the night Killian was attacked almost four months ago. The news came on and she took a sip of her wine as the anchors introduced her. The camera switched to the remote anchor desk. “I need to lose five pounds.”

“You look fantastic. Hush, I want to hear.” Killian draped his arm over her shoulders, and she leaned into him, earning a groan and a