Page 62 of Falling for a Killer

The man escorting him turns and walks away when Killian is halfway to me, and only then do I reach up to lower the blanket.

“Roo?” he whispers loudly, a smile overtaking his face that’s so distracting I almost miss the relief I see there.

He looks tired with dark circles under his eyes that weren’t there before and a five o’clock shadow that makes me want to jump him, but I refrain as he jogs over and grips my face with his handcuffed hands. “You’re here. How?”

His mouth crashes to mine before I can even attempt to respond, and I don’t pull back until my knees are weak.

“We don’t have a lot of time,” I whisper, throwing my arms around his neck. “Donna paid the guards but you’ll have to be back in your cell by next count. Are you okay? Are they hurting you?”

He exhales a small laugh and kisses me again, showing me just how much he missed me more than any words could. “I’m okay, baby. Especially now. Fuck, you smell like home.”

He buries his face into my neck and inhales so deeply I know he’s trying to memorize it, so I don’t push him. “We’re gonna be fine, okay? You’ll be back home soon. Donna is trying to get your trial sped up or at least get the judge to change her mind about bail.”

He nods, a shaky breath leaving him before he pulls back to look at me again. “I’m sorry you fell for me only for me to break your heart. When I get out I promise to spend the rest of our lives making up for it and staying so close to your side you get sick of me.” He forces a laugh. “Steel seems really confident that I’ll be a free man when it’s all said and done. Just please... don’t give up on me.”

“Does it seem like I’m giving up? I know who you are, and what you did. And that’s half the reason I fell in love with you in the first place.”

His shoulders relax, his chin dipping slightly in agreement. “So is this a good time for me to say I told you so about the whole falling in love thing?”

Grinning, he backs me against the wall step by step until the blanket falls to my feet and I feel the cold concrete behind me.

“No. I told you sex would complicate things, and here we are. That blowjob caused us to burn dinner and then you got caught.” Smirking, I grip his chin and pull him down into a messy kiss, whispering, “I didn’t even get to come,” against his lips.

Killian grunts into a heated kiss, then nips my bottom lip playfully as he drops to his knees. “It’s been killing me that I didn’t get to make you come before all this. How long have you been wearing these panties, love?”

“Long enough to make you happy.” I lift my plain black dress up just enough to give him a glimpse, biting back a moan atthe noise he makes when he leans in to rub his face against my pussy. “Goddamnit, Joey. How am I supposed to survive without having you every single day?”

He tugs my panties down and helps me out of them one foot at a time, stuffing them into the pocket of his navy blue prison pants so quickly I know I’ll never see them again. “Drape your leg over my shoulder.”

Fuck, this isn’t why I came here.

Okay, maybe a little. He looks so sinfully hot down there with his cuffed hands and scruffy face that every illicit fantasy I’ve ever had comes to mind, and I brace myself against the wall as I give him what he wants.

I can’t take my eyes off him as he leans in and laps my wetness like he’s dehydrated and just as desperate as I am.

After that first swipe of his tongue all gentleness ceases, his teeth grazing my pussy before he sucks my clit into his mouth with a groan and reaches up to cup my ass with his cuffed hands.

It’s a struggle to keep my eyes open and my voice down as he takes me apart, makes my legs shake and my fingers curl in his hair.

One orgasm isn’t enough for him.

Two isn’t enough.

The third takes us both by surprise, and the animalistic noise he releases as I nearly fall over makes it sound like he might’ve come, too.

“Get up,” I whisper. “I need you.”

“Okay.” I feel his heavy breaths against my swollen clit, twitching when he places another kiss there and slowly gets to his feet. “Give me a sec,” he pants. “I’m about to blow.”

My fingers work overtime shoving his prison sweats down, seeing his shiny, wet cock spring up. My mouth waters with need as I drop down and lick him clean, relishing every desperate grunt that comes out of him and every needy twitch of his hips.

When I suck him in fully, I feel him stumble and brace against the wall, his cock pulsing on my tongue. “Joey. Baby. Fuck.”

When his legs begin to shake I know he’s about to get what he needs, so I tell my angry, throbbing clit to quit being selfish and bury his cock in my throat.

Killian mumbles out an apology a second before he releases straight down my throat, a groan echoing around us that has me worried, but Killian is too far gone to care. He pulls back to squeeze the base like he wants to hold off, but it’s too late. Multiple streaks of cum shoot out onto my face, my chin, my neck, even my dress before he’s pushing back inside my mouth to feed me more.

God, he calls this a disorder, I call it heaven.

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