Killian (On the Line #1) - Brenda Rothert Page 0,39

tone only increased my desperation. He slid my shirt off and teased my nipples through my satin bra. His mouth was warm, even though the fabric. And when he ventured lower, to my stomach, my back arched up from the bed.

“Pinch your nipples,” he said, looking up at me through hooded eyes after kissing my belly button. I hesitated for a second before complying. I’d never touched myself in front of a man, but for the first time, I wanted to.

I squeezed my nipples through my bra, which was wet from his mouth. The harder I pinched, the better it felt. I was burning with pleasure and pain as Killian undressed me the rest of the way, saving my bra for last.

Then he lowered his face to my thighs, kissing up and down the insides until I was a moaning mess of frenzied nerve endings. He spread my legs wide apart and brushed his tongue across my clit, stopping just in time to keep me from climaxing.

“Killian,” I cried, “I’m so close. Please let me come with you inside me.”

A deep groan vibrated in his chest. “You sure?”

“A thousand percent. Please.”

He eyed me with a mixture of reverence and lust as he stood to drop his boxers and jeans to the floor. He made quick work of getting a condom out of his wallet and rolling it on.

His warmth radiated against my skin when he returned to his position on top of me.

“Remember what I said, Sid,” he said, looking into my eyes. “I can’t go back after this. Once you come, you’re mine.”

“As long as you’re mine, too.” I ran my hands up his hard biceps, over his shoulders and neck and into his hair.

“I’m already yours.” He entered me in a single, powerful thrust and my body instinctively arched against him.

“More,” I said, panting the word out.

He kissed me, his tongue caressing mine softly. Then he took my wrists in his hands and pinned them over the top of my head. My lack of control was an erotic thrill. I trusted him to take care of me in ways I’d never known.

I kept my eyes on him as he thrust himself into me, deep and slow. His expression was twisted with satisfaction, his muscles flexed and tense.

When he began pounding into me hard and fast, I found myself at the brink in a hurry. The physical and emotional sensations pulled me under and I cried out Killian’s name over and over. The sound of him grating out my name as we came together made me feel blissfully powerful.

He kissed me and got up to throw away the condom. When he came back around the corner, the warmth of his return washed over me before he’d even gotten to the bed.

We wrapped ourselves around each other, talking in whispered tones as the sun set and blanketed the room in darkness.

I was his, and he was mine. For once, I wasn’t thinking of anything beyond this moment, and nothing had ever felt better.

Sidney

The scents of mint and warm, manly cologne roused me from a deep, relaxing sleep. These smells were unfamiliar to me, but they made me feel safe and warm and were more than welcome. When I opened my eyes, I saw Killian’s big hand on the white sheet that covered me. My back was against his chest and he was wrapped around me, breathing softly.

I turned my head slowly, trying to sneak a glance at my bedside clock without waking him up. Six fifty-one AM. I’d overslept. I had to get moving.

He was snoring lightly, sound asleep. I thought I’d slide out of bed, leave a note and head to the gym. Getting out from under his arm would be easy, but untangling my top leg from his, not so much.

I moved slowly, freezing in place when he made a sleepy groaning sound. When his breathing evened out, I made my way further across the mattress.

“What are you doin’?” His deep, sleepy voice made me turn. My gaze roved down his long, defined form. The lines of muscle on his chest were visible even in the dim morning light. I couldn’t help letting my eyes wander further south to the trail of dark blond hair leading to the reason I’d be sore today. Not that it wasn’t worth it.

“You can look and touch, you know,” he said.

I smiled, my heart thudding happily when my eyes met his. That sleepy grin and those bedroom eyes were every bit as