Page 114 of Wait For It

Killian mashed his lips together and brushed his thumb over my cheek, before exhaling an incredulous laugh. “Baby, you have no idea the things I want to do to you right now.”

At my blank expression, he lowered his hand to cup between my legs, keeping his blue eyes on mine as he parted my curls and stroked along my seam. His finger swirled through my wetness once before pushing inside me.

I bit down on my lip and swayed into the palm of his hand with a moan, still not understanding, but no longer caring.

“This,” he ground out, freeing his finger and holding it up for display. “But with my tongue. As soon as I’m cleared, you can bet your ass I’ll be on my knees in front of you.”

He sucked my arousal off the digit with a cocky smirk before returning it to the junction between my thighs. This time, he touched me like I’d often touched myself, rubbing circles around my center until I was pleading for release in broken whimpers.

I opened my legs wider for him, keeping a hand on his shoulder for balance. My body shuddered violently beneath his touch, mindlessly chasing after the same thing he’d given me last weekend in his truck. Just as I began to worry it wouldn’t happen again, his finger pushed into me. My body burst into a million fractals of light. I didn’t even necessarily know what fractals were, but that was what I’d become.

“Ari, wait,” Killian said in a gruff tone, reaching for my hands, trying to still my movements.

I shook my head and traced the line of dark hair down his stomach, whispering, “Can you show me how to touch you? I want to love your body like you love mine.”

He nodded and lowered my wrist until his length was pressed against my palm, breathing heavier than he’d been only moments before. My fingers instinctively wrapped around the base. He nodded again, guiding my movements, showing me how he liked to be touched.

I raised a brow when he groaned but continued pumping my fist up and down, loving the way his eyes went hooded. He matched my rhythm with his finger, stroking my inner walls with a gentleness I hadn’t expected.

There was something beautiful in the way we gave pleasure, a certain intimacy in an act I’d never share with anyone but him.

“Make love to me,” I pleaded breathlessly, rocking my hips against his hand. “Please, Killian.”

The muscle in his jaw flexed, and he squeezed his eyes shut before withdrawing from my body. “I want you so badly I ache, Ari.”

Taking it as an invitation, I stepped between his legs, sucking in a sharp breath as my sensitive breasts came in contact with solid muscle. When he didn’t make a move, I arched upward onto my toes and gripped his shoulders, trying to align my body with his. “Please.”

Killian’s nostrils flared as he lowered his forehead to mine. “I can’t. I don’t have a condom.” His tone was tinged with regret.

I ignored the pang of disappointment and wrapped my hand around his erection again, feeling wild and reckless.

We were so close.

“I could have your baby,” I breathed out, looking up at him from under my lashes, just greedy enough to test his resolve.

The tendons in his neck stood out as he grasped my hair in his fist, gently tugging until there was some distance between us. His other hand covered mine, tightening my grip around his shaft.

My mouth fell open when that very same hand settled between my legs, filling my body with not one, but two fingers. I clenched around them, sending more goosebumps racing over my skin.

“I don’t want to run the risk of you getting pregnant our first time together, slugger,” Killian ground out through a clenched jaw, his gaze moving over me possessively. “I want to take my time getting to know every inch of your body before we start a family.”

The proclamation sent a current of need straight to my core. “You want a family with me?”

He grinned and lowered his mouth to my neck, nipping the skin. “You’ll be the woman who carries my babies, slugger. But not for a long time. I want to do this right—make you my wife first.”

His wife.

I threaded my fingers through his hair as his thrusts increased, close to coming apart again.

“Keep touching me,” he begged, shedding the last of his restraint. “I’m so fucking close.”

I tried to mirror his strokes, succeeding in little more than clumsy squeezes when my body tightened around his fingers. I pressed my lips to his jaw as waves of pleasure crashed over me, whispering, “You’ll be an amazing husband and father.”

Killian thrust his hips forward with a strangled growl, pumping into my fist and coating my breasts and belly with warm liquid. He rubbed it into my skin with his fingertips, before lowering his mouth to mine in a crushing kiss.

Marked.

I was still breathing hard when we finally broke apart, my mind floating lazily somewhere above my body.

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