Page 62 of Wild Desire

He grabbed a towel and draped it over my shoulders. He rubbed his hands over the towel, attempting to dry me off and warm me up. His gaze lifted to mine, and he winked. "Obviously I'm going to tell him I fell or something. What happens between us remains private."

Did that mean he didn't want to tell our family and friends? I usually preferred privacy, but for once, I wanted to shout into the universe that Killian Wilde was mine. But I wasn't brave enough. I didn't want to assume it would work out. The reality was that his life wasn't here, and it wouldn't be for a long time. If he ever even made Telluride his home.

He might go back to competing and forget all about everything going on here. That's what he'd done in the past. But for now, I was going to enjoy being with him.

"If I wasn't injured, I'd pick you up and carry you downstairs."

"You'd better not. I don't want you to get hurt." I'd never forgive myself if I was the one who impeded his dreams. When the time came, I'd let him go. He was living the life I thought I'd have, and I wouldn't stand in the way of it.

Instead, he grabbed a towel, rubbing his body off quickly. Then he tied the towel around his waist. He gathered up our trash, wet suits, then fished my bikini out of the hot tub. He held his hand out to me.

I pressed my palm against his, and he intertwined his fingers with mine. It was nice. There was something about this kind of connection with him that was bigger than anything I'd ever felt. We'd shared things with each other that we hadn't with anyone else. I allowed myself to be vulnerable with him. That was the difference between him and anyone else I'd ever dated. I never opened myself up to get hurt. I always kept the walls up and protected my heart. But with Killian, I was all too willing to lower the walls and protections. The possibility of getting hurt was high. But that didn't stop me from walking with him downstairs and into his bedroom.

In his room, he let his towel drop and then flicked mine off my shoulders. "I want to see you."

My core tingled in anticipation. I couldn't believe I already wanted him again. I'd never been with anyone who took care of their body as well as he did. But then again, I hadn't dated any other professional athletes.

"Your nipples are hard."

"It's cold in here."

His amused gaze flicked to mine. "It's not because you want my mouth on them?"

I nearly groaned out loud at the visual he painted. "That could be part of it."

His hand ghosted over my side to my hip. Then he pulled me toward him. I stumbled against his chest, my hands coming up to touch his warm skin. He was burning up. I couldn't resist brushing my fingers over his nipple.

He hissed. "This is about you."

Then he kissed me, walking me back until the back of my knees hit the bed, and I fell backward onto the comforter. Instinctively, I spread my legs, and he pulled me down the bed until I was on the edge, my legs dangling over the side.

He dropped to his knees, and I couldn't resist going up on my elbows so I could watch him. He set my legs on his shoulders.

I felt even more vulnerable in this position.

"I didn't get nearly enough of you on the deck."

If that wasn't his best work or a good effort, I was in trouble.

His breath teased my bare skin. "Are you going to be a good girl for me and stay still while I feast on you?"

I felt the wetness drip out of me at his dirty words, so I nodded. "Yes." I'd do whatever he asked of me if it meant his mouth and hands were on me.

He parted my pussy lips with his fingers and licked me from entrance to clit, his gaze on my reaction.

I bit my lip.

He lifted his head. "What did I tell you about biting your lip?"

I retracted my teeth.

"I want to hear you give into the pleasure I'm giving you."

My body was warm all over. "The things you say."

His hands ghosted over the tops of my thighs. "This is who I am. I want you to feel good when I'm with you and thinking about me when I'm not."

"I think you succeeded," I whispered, my heart beating double-time in anticipation of his mouth on me again.

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