Page 112 of Wicked Rockstar

Tris shrieked, surprise evident in her widened eyes. She instinctively threw her arms around my neck. “What are you doing?”

She felt so good pressed against my heart. Each curve fit like a puzzle piece and her scent tickled my nose.

“Saving those pretty feet,” I quipped. I laughed again when she scrunched up her nose. Tris was not a feet person. The familiarity of us being together washed over me.

This is what I’d always wanted.

She grinned. “Carry on then, sir.” She settled her cheek against my shoulder and let out a contented sigh.

The comforting warm weight of her in my arms reminded me how things had changed between us tonight. For the better. That ruthless, angry side of me that had wanted her to pay for the pain she’d put me through by choosing Peter and not seeing me had quieted. Only the need to care for her and the desire to make her mine remained.

Oh how I needed to make her mine. I desperately prayed she’d let me.

I carried her down the hall to my bedroom, giving zero consideration to offering her one of the guest rooms. The need to have her in my space and her scent on my sheets was too strong.

The lights in my room were off, and I let the moon and the familiar layout guide me. With care, I eased her down my body, a hiss breaking free from my mouth when she slid over my half-hard cock.

“Killian,” she mumbled sleepily.

“We’re just going to get you into bed.”

“Okay.” Clearly, I hadn’t thought this through.

She reached for the ribbons holding her dress together in the front. With each undone tie, more of her was exposed to my gaze. Was this an invitation? How had I gotten so damn lucky? When she struggled with the sleeves my hands were on her shoulders, over hers helping her. As the sleeves grazed down her arms, and off her wrists. I tugged it over her hips until it pooled at her feet, leaving her standing in only her underwear.

Every curve, every line of her body made more blood flow rapidly to my cock.

Tris confidently met my gaze.

She was so fucking beautiful.

Needing to see her from the front, I turned her to me and raked my eyes over her.

Maybe having her in my bedroom wasn’t the great idea I’d thought it to be. She could stay in here and I’d go to a guest room.

“Take me to bed, Killian.”

Fuck.

I pulled back the covers and lifted her into my arms one last time. I set her down on the black sheets and was surprised when she snaked out a hand to grab my wrist.

“Stay.”

“Tink. You’re tired.” I didn’t want to rush our first time. She deserved better than that.

She didn’t bother to cover herself and grinned when my eyes drifted down. “We can still cuddle.”

I’d always been a tits and ass guy, and Tris did not disappoint. Her voluptuous breasts filled the bra she wore. I wanted nothing more than to run my tongue across their upper swells, but tonight was about her and her needs. And if she needed cuddling, that’s all I would give.

I would be the best damn cuddler in the world.

The Olympic gold medalist of cuddling.

Cuddling World Cup champion.

I curled my hands into fists so I didn’t push that tan lace aside and fill my mouth with her sweetness.

She licked her lips, and I wanted nothing more than to kiss her until we were both breathless.

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