Page 51 of Falling for a Killer

“Mmhm,” I hum, suckling the tip to make sure I’ve got it all. The food’s ruined already, anyway.

His clueless ass looks toward the bedroom door, the smell hitting him a second later, and then he’s pulling himself out of my mouth and rushing over to the kitchen. “Ah shit! It’s smoking!”

The sight of him waddling with his dick out sends me into a fit of laughter, pure and raw and wonderful. I can’t even pull myself together long enough to help him shut the oven off and pull our smoldering, crusty dinner out. He’s on his own here.

My stomach hurts from laughing by the time he’s done rinsing out the pan we absolutely have to throw away, and when he shoots a glare over at me, I nearly lose it again. “You having fun?”

Amusement dances in his eyes, making me swoon. “Yes, yes I am. Was the blow job worth it?”

That makes him outright smile. “Absolutely.” He closes the distance and gives me a kiss, then releases a sigh. “What do we eat now?”

Smirking, I slowly spread my legs. “I can give you something to eat.”

Biting his lip, Killian lifts me up onto the kitchen table and lays me back, my panties disappearing in a heartbeat. “Think about dinner while I eat my appetizer.”

He starts by placing a kiss directly on my clit, then laps at it with a groan. It makes it hard to think about anything, let alone dinner, especially when he refuses to let me come.

I’m shaking by the time he’s done teasing me, and no closer to coming up with something to eat. “We can make something else or go get takeout,” I offer, pulling him down to lick the taste of myself out of his mouth.

“Mmhm.” He nuzzles into my neck and inhales my scent. “We’ll be fine. They don’t know who I am, and if Idaho suspects me, that doesn’t mean Washington does. We can grab some food, then come home, and I’ll make you come until you can’t walk anymore.”

The prospect of going on a real date with him makes my chest flutter in the best way, so I squirm away from him to go get dressed. He joins me a moment later, tugging on some dark wash jeans and a navy blue hoodie that brings out his eyes.

God, he looks good like this.

“What are you craving, baby?”

Licking his lips, his eyes roam my frame in a way that tells me I’m what he truly craves, but he ultimately meets my gaze and makes it easy on me. “Is there a good place to get burritos around here?”

“Yep. I know just the place. Do you want to drive?”

“Yeah. Back when I was freelancing, I worked mostly from home. People would just give me control of their computers, so I hardly had to go out anywhere and I’d feel cooped up by the end of the week. Night drives were my favorite thing.”

Tossing him the keys, I sling my purse over my shoulders and head for the door. “Works for me. You can tell me more about your previous job on the way.”

“Nothing more to it.” He tosses his arm around my shoulder and walks me to my side of the car, continuing our conversation after he joins me inside. “People watch too much porn on their work computers, so I was basically their god. Fitting, right? You love to worship me.”

Chuckling, I shake my head. “You would compare freelance IT work with the best blow jobs you’ve ever had.”

“Nah,” he says with a laugh. “Not even close. Fuck that job.”

He reaches over to take my hand, bringing it to his lips as we travel down the drive.

He kisses it three times, and then holds it there like he doesn’t want to let it go, and I can’t stop myself from staring at the way our fingers slot together.

What am I scared of, really? What’s the harm in letting him make this official? I won’t feel any differently and it’ll make him happy. I don’t plan on leaving him, so what am I stalling?

Grinning, I decide to wait to tell him until we’re fed and back home, choosing to flip the script and kiss his hand this time. “I have a surprise for you later.”

He smirks over at me and pulls onto the main highway. “What kind of surprise?”

“The kind that doesn’t involve sex, but will definitely lead to it. It may even involve you worshipping me after,” I tease. “The good kind.”

“You know I love doing that.” His fingers curl into mine. “Don’t think I can go a day without it.”

I’m just about to tell him he doesn’t have to when flashing red and blue lights grab my attention. They’re everywhere — in the rearview, the side mirrors, casting a colorful glow across Killian’s face.

We’re getting pulled over.

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