I say crossly, “Do you need a minute to take your heart medication, old man? Because I’m about to set this bed on fire.”
My answer is a chuckle, dark and low. “Ah, lass. That smart mouth will be the death of me.”
He flips me over, drags me to the edge of the mattress, and throws my heels up onto his shoulders. From the back pocket of his jeans, he produces a condom and tears the foil wrapper open with his teeth. He unsheathes his enormous erection from his briefs, rolls the condom on, and shoves his hard cock deep inside me.
I grab onto his steel biceps. My eyes roll back into my head. My gasp is so loud they can probably hear it down in the lobby.
He growls, “Are we done with the sassing?”
I shudder, unable to speak. I’m impaled on his cock, stretched open by the size of him. I love it so much it’s quite possible I could burst into tears from sheer pleasure.
“That’s what I thought,” he says between gritted teeth, and starts thrusting.
This time when he kisses me, it’s savage. He bends over me, pressing my thighs down until my knees are over his shoulders, and takes my mouth with a hard, rough kiss, his teeth clashing against mine.
Propped up on his elbows as he fucks me, he tangles his hands into my hair.
I dig my fingers into the hard muscles of his back.
From somewhere deep in his chest, a groan rises.
The motion of our hips falls into sync. Soon I’m cresting that wave again, riding it high into the sky until I think I’ll be blinded by all the heat and light we’re producing.
I grab the hard globes of his ass and come, jerking.
His voice hoarse at my ear, he says, “Ah, fuck. You’re coming. God, yes, give it to me, baby. Give it to me.”
He slows his thrusts until he’s unmoving, buried deep inside me, groaning in pleasure as I convulse around him. I sob, grinding my pelvis against his and digging my fingernails into his ass.
He kisses my neck and starts to whisper to me in Irish as I arch against him, crying out, delirious. I hear that word that he said meant “beauty,” and know he’s praising me. I know from the passionate but tender tone of his voice that this one-night stand of ours is as intense for him as it is for me.
I also know one night isn’t going to be enough. It could never be enough, not with a man like him.
He commands, “Open your eyes.”
My eyelids drift open. My gaze meets his. Another hard contraction deep inside me makes me shudder.
Our gazes locked together, he starts to thrust again, slowly, driving into me through every contraction, wringing them out of me with the steady motion of his hips. He watches every nuance of emotion in my eyes with rapt fascination, like he’s gazing into a crystal ball to discover his future.
When it gets too intense and I try to turn my head, he forces me to keep looking at him with a hand clasped around my jaw.
“No running away,” he says in a husky whisper. “If one night is all I get, I’m damn sure gonna get every piece of you that you have to give.”
“I—I can’t—it’s too much—”
“You can. Be brave, baby. Come on. Give me everything.”
My heart is flying. I feel as if I’m floating or falling, like gravity has ceased to exist. Like the world has ceased to exist. In the entire universe, there’s only this bed and this room and the two of us, doing what lovers have done since the beginning of time but somehow it seems like we invented it.
Something in the middle of my chest feels as if it’s cracking open wide.
That sensation is immediately followed by a cold jolt of terror. Not with him. Oh god, no. I can’t feel this with him.
Moisture wells in my eyes, slips down my temple. Killian whispers my name.
I drag in a hitching breath and slide my hands up his bare back. With a soft groan, he kisses me deeply, releasing me from the cage of his eyes when he closes them.
He hides his face in my neck and thrusts harder, his breath coming fast. I know he’s close when a shudder rocks his whole body and he slows the motion of his hips, moaning.
“Kiss me,” I whisper into his ear. “I want you to kiss me when you come.”