Page 18 of Falling for a Killer

“I want it.”

“I want you.”

The thing those words did to me.

“I can handle you.”

Obviously the fuck not. But even as I think that, I know it isn’t true. She didn’t shut this down because she can’t handle me, she ended it because she could. And she really fucking wants it.

“Killian, don’t you dare. Don’t stop.”

It does me in just like it did the first time.

I hate that it does, I want to be known to have stamina, but hearing her tell me she didn’t want it to end felt so damn good I couldn’t help it.

I twist my fist around the crown of my dick and slide down one last time before it begins to pulse, cum oozing through my fingers when I try to catch as much of it as I can, but there’s too much.

It feels too damn good to care anyway.

By the time I’m spent, my cock is still throbbing and there’s cum all over my hand and her laundry basket, so I cover as much of it up as I can and catch my breath. She’s absolutely going to see all this cum when she does her laundry and I can’t find it in me to be embarrassed about it. Hopefully it stirs something inside of her that pushes her toward me, but even if it doesn’t, I don’t want her forgetting what she does to me.

If I can’t escape this desire, why should I let her?

Nine:

Just Pretend

My stomach is in knots as we pull into the store parking lot. He wants to practice to loosen me up — but am I ready for that? The scent of sex was so heavy in my room as I tried to fall asleep last night that it felt like torture. I knew what he wanted to do, but sitting out in the living room listening to it was harder than I thought it would be.

I wanted it to be me, sprawled out and vulnerable for him. I can’t fucking think like this.

“We should be able to get everything here. Are you ready?”

His head swivels toward me, eyes raking my frame like he’s inspecting me before he responds. “Are you?”

I’m not the one in danger right now, but I don’t need to remind him of that — especially since he had to plug my car battery back in before we left. It was a nice little reminder that I may still be in danger, too. “Yes.”

Anxiety ripples off of him as he looks past me to the store and the people coming in and out, his leg bouncing and breathing uneven. “I had a good reason,” he rushes out. “I just want you to know that before we go in there.”

The man he killed was a politician. In my mind, that’s reason enough. “No one knows who you are. I saw the news story before I came to Windwinter. I didn’t make the connection it was you until you were pointing a gun at me. Right now, you’re just a man being dragged through a Walmart by his girlfriend.”

I hate how much that word puts him at ease. I can see the way his shoulders relax, and his lips almost curl up into a smile. “Girlfriend,” he repeats, leaning in to brace on the center consoleas he raises two fingers to beckon me forward. “Kiss me like I’m your man.”

Fuck. I agreed to this. Hell, I even want it — but I know what a slippery slope this is.

With my heart in my throat, I take my seatbelt off, pivot to kneel on the seat, grab his face with both hands and let all my frustration, fear and lust spill out in a messy, almost frantic kiss.

The way he moans into my mouth shoots straight to my core, and his hands don’t even hesitate to begin roaming.

When he palms my ass and tugs me closer like he wants me in his lap, I can’t resist. Maybe because I know he needs to relax or we’re gonna get busted, maybe because I’m desperate to feel good. I don’t know and I’m not sure I care.

Swinging over the center console, I squeeze between his body and the steering wheel, grinding down.

I can feel he’s already hard, but unfortunately for us both, our clothes make it impossible for him to slip inside me. “I want to fuck you so bad, Roo.”

He trails his tongue down to my neck and sucks my skin between his teeth.

I shouldn’t let him leave a mark. I should make him stop. I should... fuck, that feels good. My eyes flutter closed as desire takes the wheel, and by the time I get my shit together again, I know I’ll wear his mark for days.

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