Page 68 of Falling for a Killer

“We’re fine, I promise. We’ve got a bit of a full house, but that’s okay. They’re all dying to meet you.”

He smiles a little wider. “So your dad doesn’t have any thoughts about your boyfriend being a convict?”

“Oh, that’s his favorite thing about you. He thinks you’re an American hero.” Wrapping my arms around him, I nestle my face against his chest. “Hopefully the jury will too.”

“I hope so.” His face presses into my hair. “I feel like I can smell you in my sleep and it wakes me up. Has my body searching for yours.”

“You’ll be home soon,” I promise, even as the fear that he won’t be creeps up my spine. “Do you want me to uh... y’know. Do a little jury tampering just to make sure?”

“I love you for offering, but no, baby. We just have to hope they don’t give me the death penalty, right?”

His joke falls flat, because that’s the thing I’m most scared of. I can live with it if he’s in here for ten years, twenty, even thirty. But if he’s taken away from me altogether...

“Don’t even say that,” I whisper. “Don’t. Donna’s amazing, she’s gonna get you off.”

“She’s not really my type. I’d rather you get me off instead.” It’s a better joke than the last one, but I roll my eyes at him playfully and pretend it isn’t. “I’m kidding, Roo. I know she’ll get me out of here because she has you. I’m not worried at all.”

He’s lying. I see the fear in his eyes as he studies my face like he may never see it again, and I’d be stupid to let this moment pass without saying a proper goodbye just in case.

Guards are much easier to bribe before conviction.

“I’ll never stop fighting,” I say instead. “They may overturn on appeal just because they’re sick of me.”

“I don’t doubt it.” Killian presses his forehead to mine. “We’re almost there, Roo. You will sleep in my arms again, and once I’m out you’ll never have to sleep anywhere else.”

Nodding, I hold him a little tighter. “How long do you think we have?”

“I don’t know. I was going to ask you to just climb inside my clothes so I can sneak you back in there.”

He kisses my nose, then leans in closer to brush our lips together. It sends a spark through me I can’t deny. I wanted this to be sweet, about our relationship, not just sex — but I get it. The fire, the drive. The fact that one little kiss woke me up to the point where I need him.

This is us too, passion and frenzy.

And it may be the last chance we get.

Biting his bottom lip, I wrap my arms around his neck and jump up, securing my ankles behind his ass as he catches me with cuffed hands.

I open for him with a moan, that skilled tongue swiping into my mouth as my back hits the wall, and what I feel pressing against my pussy has me grinding for more. “You need it, love? Need me inside of you?”

“Yes. Fuck, you have no idea what you do to me.”

“If it holds a candle to what you do to me, I have an idea. Think we have time? Fuck, my cock is searching for you.”

He’s not lying, I feel it twitching in desperation even before I reach down to palm him. My fingers slip as I pull him out and try to shove my panties to the side, but just as the head of his cockpresses against my entrance, he pauses. “No, wait. Give me these panties first. I don’t want them to smell like me.”

He sets me down and makes quick work of it, then puts his cuffed hands back where they were so he can lift me up. “Eyes on me.”

Slowly, he inches inside. Butterflies race through my system as I struggle to make eye contact. It’s somehow so much harder when I know he wants me to, because I know what he’ll see in my eyes — need, devotion, and something too close to submission.

He tugs his bottom lip between his teeth and pushes in more, not breaking eye contact until he’s fully sheathed inside, and even then it’s only because he’s struggling to keep his eyes open. “Fucking perfect,” he praises, making me whimper.

I know it makes me blush, I just have to hope he doesn’t see it down here in the dark.

“Blushing for me, love?” Of course he sees me, he always has. “So so beautiful.” He kisses both of my cheeks and begins moving, the space between our faces closing as he inhales my air like it’s all he needs in the world. “Tell me it’s still only me.”

How can there be anyone else?

“Only you. Never anyone else again.”

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