Page 141 of Wait For It

“More,” I begged, pouting when he raised the chopsticks to my mouth again. I felt as though I was dying of thirst, and he was giving me mere drops to drink. “Please.”

Killian paused, his throat moving in a swallow, before setting the container aside and reaching for my foot. He watched me through hooded eyes before pressing his thumb against the arch of my foot, turning the simmering warmth between my legs to lava.

“Like this?” His hands slid up to caress my calf.

“Higher,” I squeaked, closing my eyes against the flush creeping up my throat.

His fingers brushed the inside of my knee. I scooted forward, urging him closer. He didn’t move and I blinked to find him staring down at me as if he’d never seen me before.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No,” Killian said softly as he slipped his shirt over his head and lay back against the pillows. “Come here.”

I gathered the robe in my fists and lowered myself over the crotch of his jeans, whispering, “Like this?”

He shook his head with a rough exhale. “Higher.”

I shifted my hips forward until his naval was resting between my legs before cocking an eyebrow in question. His teeth sank into his bottom lip as he fought a smile, crooking a finger.

I fumbled with the belt on the robe before letting it fall from my shoulders, baring myself to him. Killian groaned a curse as he took in the sight of me, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of power. I’d done that to him.

“Grip the headboard, baby,” he growled.

I braced myself against the dark gray upholstery, arched over him shamelessly. Goosebumps spread across my skin, tightening my nipples into hardened points. With anyone else, the position would have left me feeling vulnerable or submissive.

But I wasn’t afraid to be on my knees for him.

Keeping his eyes on mine, he trailed his hands down my spine and cupped my bottom. And then, as if needing to prove his muscles weren’t just for show, he easily lifted me up and onto his face. The short bristles of his stubble scraped against my sensitive flesh, and I pressed my lips together, fighting back a moan.

Killian lifted his head with a smirk and hooked his arms around my thighs, spreading me wide open. My hips jerked as he exhaled a breathless chuckle against my core, before tightening his grip and pulling me back down. “I’ve been dying to taste you properly.”

A wave of heat crept up my throat when I realized what he was referring to, and then his mouth was there. He kissed me again, higher this time, and my broken fingernails dug into the headboard, holding on for dear life. He guided my body up and down, nipping and sucking my flesh until I was disoriented and dazed with lust.

“W-what are you doing to me?” I panted, dropping my forehead to my arms. It was similar to the way he’d made me feel in the shower, but different, almost like the alcohol had heightened my senses.

But it wasn’t the alcohol. It was him, bringing me back to life.

“Worshiping your body, baby,” Killian murmured, kissing the inside of my thigh. “Proving you’re not broken.”

I let out a guttural groan as he pulled me back down, spreading my folds and stroking my center with the flat of his tongue. The ache inside me intensified as he feasted on my flesh with low grunts of approval.

The added stimulation of his mouth had my inner muscles clenching and tightening greedily as I rocked forward to meet him.

“You taste like the ocean,” he pulled back to whisper, his wild eyes searching my face.

“Killian,” I moaned, my body bathed in sweat. What I needed was just within reach, but I didn’t know how to get there.

“I’ve got you,” he said, releasing my leg and lowering his thumb to my center. “Let me take care of you.”

I lost myself in the rhythm of his movements, every nerve ending firing as he circled the tight bud. It was almost too much, and I squirmed, chasing my release like my next breath.

“Please. Please.”

Killian’s tongue thrust up inside my body, stroking my taut muscles. I bore down on him with a muffled scream as he coaxed the orgasm from me.

I gasped his name like a prayer when his tongue flicked in and out of me, prolonging my state of rapture. We were back in the lake—only this time, I was the wave, and he was the shore. I crested and fell over him, again and again, until it felt like nothing existed outside of us.

We were only supposed to stay in the hotel until everyone had been taken into custody. As my lower body twitched with aftershocks of pleasure, I decided I was never leaving. I was going to live in this bed forever.

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