Page 36 of Killian

Killian shrugged. “I suppose some women might think he is.”

Celine smiled. “But he can’t be more attractive than you. Not to me, anyway.”

He leaned over and kissed her lips. “Thank you, darlin’.”

“You’re welcome.” She took his hand and led him back to the sofa. “Let’s watch a little TV. I want to get to bed since we’re getting up early.”

“Well, maybe we should go to bed now,” he said, as he gazed into her eyes.

“That’s a good idea.” She stood, took his hand, then led him upstairs and into the bedroom.

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Once inside the room, Killian knew he had to calm himself down or it was going to be over before it began. He wanted her every minute of the day. All day long, she was in his head, and he knew he was falling for her.

He stepped closer to her and could feel her body heat and the light smell of her perfume was driving him insane. He wrapped his handsaround her arms and pulled her closer to him, their bodies touching.

He pressed his lips onto hers and moved his tongue deep into her mouth. Her body melted against his, eager for him to take control. She moaned into the kiss, her hands roaming over his chest and back. He growled low in his throat at the feeling of her nails scraping lightly against his skin.

Her hands went to the bottom of his T-shirt and lifted it over his head, making him raise his lips, then she tossed it.

He pulled her tight against him again, trailing his lips down her jawline and neck, leaving tiny love bites in their wake.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he whispered against her skin.

She arched her back instinctively, offering up more of her body for him to claim. “Please,” she breathed out.

His hands found the hem of her shirt and he slowly lifted it off, revealing her black lace push-up bra that barely contained her breasts. He unclasped the hook on her bra, and slid the straps down her arms, then pushed it off. He circled one hardened nipple with his index finger before taking it into his mouth, sucking on it greedily while rubbing circles around the other one with his thumb.

She let out a whimper of pleasure as she clutched at his shoulders, digging her nails into them. Then she slid her hands down his chest, to the buckle of his belt, she unhooked it, unsnapped his jeans, and lowered the zipper. When her hand moved inside his boxer briefsand wrapped around his cock, he groaned.

“I want you so much,” she whispered, and a sense of power coursed through him at her response to his touch; he could feel himself growing harder. He quickly removed his boots, jeans, and boxer briefs. If he didn’t have her soon, he was sure he was going to die.

He continued to tease her nipples until they were both standing at attention.

“You are so fucking responsive to my touch.” He groaned as he placed kisses down her stomach toward the waistband of her lounge pants.

“I want you so much.” His voice was thick with desire.

Without further warning, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her pants and pushed them down over those long legs revealing black lace panties and he knew he couldn’t wait any longer.

“You want me, don’t you?” he growled, his voice low and rough.

When she closed her eyes, he gently took her chin in his hand. “Look at me,” he commanded. “Tell me you want me.”

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I want you.”

He grinned. “I’m happy to hear that, baby because I can’t hide how much I want you,” he said, his hand moving from her jaw to her hair, tangling his fingers in it. He pulled her head back, exposing her throat, and leaned in to kiss her.

She moaned, her body responding to his touch. He knew she could feel his cock pressingagainst her, hard and insistent. He reached down, moved her panties aside and his fingers found her slit. He began to stroke her, teasing her clitoris with expert precision.

“You’re so wet,” he murmured, his voice filled with lust. “I want to fuck you so much. I want to fuck you hard.” He picked up his jeans, removed his wallet and took a condom out, then he rolled it down over his hard cock.

She nodded. “I want that too. Please,” she whimpered.

He picked her up, and put her down onto the bed, his body following hers. He positioned himself between her legs. She arched her back, but he held her hips still, his grip tight and unyielding.

“Not yet,” he said, his voice harsh. “I’m not going to send you over yet.”

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