Page 45 of Captivating

Not when this is what I’ve always wanted. Maybe even when I hated him. Definitely before.

Once we’re past my gate and Xander is parked, he looks back in the rearview mirror. “Are you in for the night, Lilah?” His hard eyes flash between Killian and me when I nod. “Understood.”

Killian gets out, blocking Xander from opening the door for me and takes my hand. “I’ve got her, thanks.”

Heat prickles my skin with the touch of his rough palm, and I drag my teeth over my lower lip to keep from making a joke about Killian marking his territory like a dog. We may have a twenty-four-hour truce, but old habits die hard, and I feel like he just peed a ring around me.

“Looks like Xander isn’t your biggest fan, St. James.” Okay, I had to tease a little.

“He wants to fuck you.” Killian’s big palm swallows the entire span of my back, making me wonder just how big the rest of him is. “I wouldn’t like me either tonight if I were him. Now, ask me if I care.”

“I’ve got a pretty good idea of the answer,” I giggle as I unlock the door and disable the alarm, just before Killian spins us so my back is flat against the wall... again.

His pupils are blown wide with need, nearly eclipsing his green irises, but he doesn’t touch me. Just crowds me. “Tell me you’re good with this, Lilah.”

Holy shit. His voice . . . It’s barely controlled and so . . . hot.

“One night, St. James...” I answer, nearly not recognizing my own lust-drunk voice.

His chest moves with the deep exhale that leaves him, and my entire body tenses and tightens with anticipation. “One night... Fuck, princess. One night isn’t going to be enough.”

He threads his fingers through my hair and holds me still while those eyes focus on something he sees reflected in mine. The look, so damn desperate and yet so utterly alpha that I fight desperately to cling to some semblance of control.

And for the second time tonight, I regret the tiny scrap of lace I chose as lingerie.

His scent wraps around me like a drug, and my God, I need another hit.

I tilt my chin up in defiance, and Killian moves his face closer. His lips hovering above mine, daring me to fight him. I’ve waited my whole life for him to kiss me, and now that I know what it feels like, I may never want to stop.

Damn him.

“I hate that nickname,” I pant.

Yup. Pant. Because that’s what he does to me.

“No.” He drops one hand to my thigh and drags his fingers up and under my dress. “You.” His fingers slide between my legs and over my damp panties. “Don’t.Princess.”

My thong is pushed aside, and he slowly strokes my sex.

“So stop lying to yourself and to me.” He traces me and drags his fingers around my thrumming clit. “Because your body doesn’t lie.”

“Hmmm...” I hum deep in my throat and hold onto his shoulders for dear life as my knees threaten to buckle when he finally pushes one blunt finger inside me.

Oh. My. God.

My body burns for more.

For him

“Jesus, Lilah. You’re so tight.” He pulls out and runs my juices back up to my clit and smiles when I shake. “So hot.”

Stars burst behind my eyes with a sudden overwhelming need like never before, and I drag his face down and attack his lips. Tasting. Teasing. Rolling my tongue with his, so fucking needy that all rational thought leaves me momentarily as he rips another whimper from my chest.

“So tight . . .”

I pull him back to my face. “Just imagine how good it’s gonna feel when you’re inside me.”

“Fuck, princess... You’re killing me. Do I still need to be worried about your virtue staying intact?”

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