Killian (On the Line #1) - Brenda Rothert Page 0,41

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.

“So fucking hot, Sid,” Killian said, his voice strained. “Give it up for me.”

I arched my body against him, his words pushing me into a blissful spiral. He pressed my wrists harder into the mattress, pumping his hips against me hard until he let out a long deep, guttural cry. He shuddered and held himself completely still inside me for a few seconds, and then we both went slack.

“Thanks for not letting me work out,” I said, panting and laughing at the same time.

“Baby, I will work you out like that any morning.” He lay down on his back and blew out a breath. “Damn, that was good.”

“It was. Maybe morning sex is better,” I said thoughtfully.

“Morning sex with me is better.”

“I’m gonna agree, though I have nothing to compare it to.”

Killian looked over at me, pulling his forearm off his forehead. “What do you mean?”

I sat up and reached for my phone, deliberately not meeting his eyes. “That was the first morning sex I’ve ever had.”

“You’re serious?” he said, surprise in his tone.

I stepped out of bed and reached for my T-shirt, pulling it over my head. “Yes. You’re the first man I’ve allowed to stay the night with me. I’m going to make some coffee.”

I busied myself in the kitchen, putting away dishes while I waited for the coffee to brew. My words to Killian swirled in my mind. What did they mean? Why was I so powerfully drawn to this man that I’d let him stay overnight in my bed? Wanted him to, even.

I was an expert in delivering the I-have-an-early-morning-meeting brush-off to men who’d assumed they’d be staying the night. They had all understood my message—Thanks for the lay, now get the hell out.

Yet this morning he’d made me want to stay in bed for the pre-workday sex my friends were always raving about. I’d never wanted it until now, and I was just deluding myself to pretend otherwise.

Killian wandered into the kitchen, now dressed in his wrinkled clothes from last night. “I’ve gotta go,” he said. “I’d never hear the end of it if I was late for practice. I’ve never had to put money in the can.”

“What do you mean?”

“If you’re late for practice, you have to put ten bucks in the coffee can we keep in the locker room, and then you have to skate ten laps with the whole team chirping at you.”

In the hockey world, chirping was the same as razzing, and I figured Killian was better at dishing it out than taking it.

“What happens to the money?” I asked.

“We donate it to charity.”

I nodded slightly, impressed. “That’s a good thing for Orion to do.”

Killian approached and wrapped his arms around my waist. “It’s not his thing. It’s mine. I started it when I became captain.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck, his warm gray-blue eyes reminding me how much I’d enjoyed starting my day with him.

“You being charitable turns me on,” I said.

“Save it for me,” he said, leaning down to kiss me.

I covered my mouth with my hand self-consciously. “Morning breath,” I