him to undress her as if she were a child. Losing herself in the moment.
He led her to the bed, and she lay down, trembling, wondering what had come over her, if she was really going to allow this to continue.
Piper Lee didn’t do one-night stands. She wasn’t spontaneous. Piper was a planner.
But how did you plan for this?
The man called Killian stood before her, the breeze from the open window caressing him lovingly, sliding invisible fingers through his long hair, billowing the white shirt so that he looked like a hero right off the cover of one of her romance novels.
Or maybe not the hero…
There was a darkness to him. Something dangerous that clung to him like a fog on a moonlit lake.
She watched as he unbuttoned the shirt, then slid down the leather breeches as he stepped out of the boots.
Piper had always been of the firm opinion that men looked silly naked - pale and helpless.
But somehow, this man managed to look even more powerful without his clothing than with it.
The moonlight highlighted the bulges and planes of muscle, throwing the grooves between them into sharp relief. He stood proudly, allowing her to drink him in.
And then he was moving for her, graceful as a cat.
She held her breath, even her heart seemed to stop beating for a moment.
He pinned her to the bed with his hips, his big body covering hers. Even the woodsy scent of him permeated her senses until she was consumed with him.
She searched his handsome face. Who was this man?
His eyes glittered dangerously as he studied her as well.
Then he lowered his face to kiss her and she felt like she was flying out of her body, an unearthly longing pounding like a drum in her blood.
She threw her thighs around his hips, clinging to him as if she might be physically borne away by the sensations she felt.
He groaned, dragging his mouth from hers to nip her neck on his way to her breasts.
Piper arched her back, desperate to feel him on her aching nipples.
When he took one in his mouth and flicked his tongue, the pleasure was so intense that she could only moan and tangle her hands in his hair.
He fed on her breasts for a long time, licking and sucking as if he could not get enough of her.
When need twisted her insides so that her hips began to tremble, he moved further still, nudging her thighs apart impatiently to get at her sex.
Piper wailed as he licked and tormented her hungry opening, feasting on her madly without letting her taste relief. He only smiled against her thigh as he continued his relentless assault.
The sensations were like colors flooding her field of vision, fiery scarlets and golden flashes washing over her as she begged for release.
At last, he crawled up to her again and kissed her, his mouth still glistening with the evidence of her desire.
Piper whimpered, unable to form the words to tell him what she needed.
He entered her so slowly she saw stars. He was rigid, and so huge she could barely take him.
He continued, slowly, until at last he was fully seated.
Piper clutched his shoulders and tried to lift her hips, desperate for movement.
He thrust once, slowly, and then again, his rhythm deep and steady.
Piper closed her eyes against the pleasure and saw a mountain of scarlet trees, the footprints of a big cat on a wooded trail, a sparkling river full of shimmering fish, tiny lights dotting the twilight sky.
Killian groaned and sped up, thrusting harder and faster, as if he could no longer control his own desire.
Piper jogged her hips up to meet him, frantic for the spark that would ignite her own pleasure.
Killian slid a hand between them and toyed gently with the stiff little pearl that needed his touch.
Instantly, Piper was flying.
She cried out as the pleasure flung her out of the bed, the house, and through the clouds, then crashed her down, down, down, back into the arms of this mysterious man who was shouting out his own pleasure as he exploded inside of her.
Killian collapsed on her.
She relished the weight of him, wishing she could meld her body into his.
“Incredible,” he murmured, his breath tickling her ear.
She murmured in agreement, still unable to find her own voice.
He rolled onto his side and pulled her close.
She opened her eyes and gazed up at him.
His dark eyes were sad and wondrous as he studied her face, as if he were memorizing