Page 64 of Song of Lorelei

In his eyes, she saw nothing but certainty. “Then we keep the condom on,” he said.

The heat didn’t ebb away, but the pressure building in her chest around the decision did. Killian rubbed soothing circles across her hip, and there it was again, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“What’s that look for?”

“I’d thought maybe you’d been skipping on purpose. Just in case I said yes.”

She took his hand, imploring him with her eyes. “Killian, I would never do that behind your back. I…”

“Shh.” He smoothed a line up her torso, pressing his palm between her breasts, keeping her flat on her back. With a sensual roll of his hips, he buried himself in deep, drawing a moan from her lips. “I know. That’s not what I meant. You’re the one who suggested we start using condoms again. Just thought maybe you were weighing your options, working up the courage to ask. You missed six days last week.”

“What?” Lorelei sputtered. Six days? No, she took the pill when he handed her the packet…

He smirked, rolling his hips again, a slow drag of his pelvis against her oversensitive clit. She shivered, back arching off the mattress. “You took one midweek when I gave it to you. Then missed the next three days.”

She flung her arm across her eyes and groaned. How could she be so careless?

Killian gathered her up in his arms, the mattress dipping with his weight as he joined her, settling them closer to the headboard. “Thought maybe you wanted a baby.” His voice was dark and low, near her ear. He nipped at the soft lobe. “Was startled at first, but the more I thought about it, the more I could envision it. There’s nothing I wouldn’t give you, Lorelei, but only when you’re truly ready. If that day comes, all you need to do is ask, but no matter what you decide, I’m all in.”

She slid her arm away, called to the depths of his stormy blues. She sought his lips, eyes pricking at how much she loved and trusted this man. A bruising kiss followed in its wake, as slow and languid as his thrusts, tongues caressing, lips sucked plump. There was a pattern to the movement of his hips, too. He’d roll them, grinding sensuous circles around her core, rock once and then thrust. It was utterly new. Measured. Ripe with meaning.

“Is this how you’d take me if you were trying to knock me up, Captain?” Her voice was low and breathy.

He pressed his forehead to hers, burning her insides to a crisp with his molten stare. “Yes, but after that comment, I don’t have any more patience for going slow.” He pushed up onto his knees, spreading her legs as far as they would go. He thrust once, hard and fast. Then again and again, the breaks between each rapidly shrinking.

Hands braced against her hips, he set a brutal, punishing pace. The whole bed creaked and groaned beneath them, but that only seemed to encourage him to go faster. Lorelei clung to his sweat-slicked thighs for dear life, losing herself to the intoxicating crescendo of one climax after the other.

“Don’t break the condom,” she gasped, a sliver of sanity pushing through the pleasurable fog. The irrational, and unfortunately dominant, part of her siren brain would undoubtedly like it if it did.

“Won’t.” His pace didn’t even stutter. Muscles taut, and eyes blazing, Killian drove into her fiercely, a storm unleashed. “But I’ll feel it if I do.”

Lorelei tipped her head back, putting all thought and worry from her mind, losing herself to sensation. Everything tingled, even her tongue, building to one more exploding point. She plunged over the edge again before he did, blunted nails digging into his thighs, crashing hard upon the rocks of oblivion.

Bucking forward, his lips parted as he came, utter bliss written across his face.

He didn’t move or speak for a long time. Neither of them did.

Coherent thought returned in bits and pieces. They’d had great sex before, but that was something else.

“You okay?” She chuckled, nudging his hips with her thighs.

He groaned; his eyes squeezed shut. “That was next level.”

She grinned. They agreed there, but she wanted to hear what he had to say about it. “How so?”

He didn’t answer right away, but when he opened his heavy-lidded eyes, he looked absolutely dazed. Ravished. “The way you kept clenching around me…it was like your body was trying to wring me dry. Fuck, it felt so good.”

This kind of dirty talk was a new frontier for them, and it reached her on an unexpected level. Had they discovered a mutual kink? Or was this just a product of her siren biology? The idea that he could get her pregnant was hotter than the reality, so probably the former. As long as it wasn’t real, she’d take more of it.

But her forgetfulness? That was nature conspiring against her.

When she explained that to Killian, he pushed back a damp strand of hair from her forehead and kissed her. “I’ll help you remember.”

Chapter Thirty-Seven

LORELEI

Winter came and went, and yet, people hadn’t stopped whispering about her.

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