He yanked the fabric over my head and flung it behind him with a grin. Then as I watched, his gaze swept down over my chest, stomach, small lace panties, thighs, and to my toes. He didn’t speak as he ran his big hands up the sides of my thighs from knee to bum where he curled his fingers into the fabric of my underwear and started to tug. I put my hands down on the vanity and lifted enough so he could yank them past my knees and shove them off.
In a very brazen move, he curled his fingers around my knees and pressed my thighs open wide, his gaze heated and intense. I noted his nostrils flared and his chest lifted and fell as he breathed deeply where he stood.
He looked directly at my sex and I swear I could feel his gaze move over my body like a silky soft caress when it moved to one breast, then the other, my nipples hardening under his perusal.
I noted his sleep pants were tented dramatically, a darkened spot appearing near the waistband of the light fabric turning it a blacker shade of gray.
“Why aren’t you touching me?” I whispered, letting out a long breath.
“Oh, I’m going to touch you. Lick you. Bite you. Eat you. I’m taking my time deciding where to start first. You only get one first taste.”
“Take off your pants. I want to see you the way you’re seeing me,” I said softly.
His gaze didn’t leave mine as he shoved off his sleep pants and bared himself. His cock was long, thick, hard as stone, and weeping at the tip, proving how very much he genuinely liked what he saw when he looked at me.
“Touch me,” I begged.
He licked his lips. “Where?”
“Anywhere. Everywhere.” I ran my hands up my thighs, over my hips and to my breasts, flicking my fingers against the beaded tips. Arousal scored through every one of my nerve endings and I hummed in pleasure.
“Your body is insane.” His hands went into fists at the sides of my thighs, the skin and knuckles turning white with his restraint. “I want to fuck you so hard you see stars. I want to make love to you until you sigh with contentment. I want to ravish you until you can’t even remember your own name.” He clenched his jaw as his brown eyes turned pitch black with lust.
“Yes, start there. All of that. I’ll take it,” I taunted, meaning every word.
His gaze shot up to mine. “Addy, when you invite me inside, there’s no going back. Not with you. Not ever. One taste will never be enough.”
“Then take two. Three. How about we round it out to ten?” I bit into my bottom lip and his eyes widened and his hands unlocked, slid up my thighs, wrapped around my bare ass, tipping my hips up as his mouth went straight between my thighs.
He wasn’t one of those men who tentatively went down on a woman. Licking softly at first and growing more passionate.
No, Killian Fitzpatrick buried his face against my sex, his mouth open wide, his tongue plunging deep and reaching.
I cried out and locked one of my hands around the back of his head as he ate at my flesh as though he couldn’t get enough.
He growled like an animal and in the moment, he was one. Entirely alpha male, marking his territory, destroying me with every flick of his tongue against my clit. Every deep plunge inside until I started getting in on the action, lifting my hips, gripping his hair like leather reins to a horse. I was wild, unbridled, bucking against his mouth uncontrollably. And if the way he sucked hard, dug his fingers into the flesh of my ass, and groaned was any indication, he loved every minute of me losing my damn mind.
Saying I was in Heaven was an understatement. My legs shook as he pushed them up onto the vanity in a vulgar carnal display I’d never felt confident enough to try before. But with Killian, there were no barriers. No room for insecurities. He was about freedom and all access. I was spread open for his taking. Whatever he wanted to do to me, he’d do, and I’d make it my mission in life to give it to him, enjoying every ounce of pleasure right along with him.
My sex throbbed as he rubbed his beard against the tender wet skin harshly, making me scream out and press