Page 63 of Wild Desire

"I'm not nearly finished with you," and then with a growl he dove into my pussy, overwhelming me with the sensations of hismouth, tongue, and teeth, and I eventually fell onto my back. I wanted to widen my legs and pull away from him. It was almost too much. But he held me tight.

I couldn't move away. I could only give into the assault on my senses. The result was a rapid climb to another orgasm. I couldn't believe my body could experience this much pleasure. It was almost too much, and that's what made me go over again.

My heart was still fluttering when he moved up my body, the wrapper for the condom landing on my chest.

I took the hint and ripped it open for him. Then held it for him.

"I want to take you bare. I want to feel nothing between us."

"I want that too." I found myself saying, even though that went against everything I'd ever believed. I didn't trust anyone. Why was I so willing to take this risk with him?

"You're not ready yet, but when you are, we're doing it."

I arched against him, grinding against his dick, the contact driving me higher.

He leaned back slightly, smoothing the condom on and angling the head toward my entrance.

I touched his forearm, which was corded with muscles, concerned about his knee. "Do you want me to be on top?"

"I can do this for a few minutes. Then we can switch."

I didn't argue because I wanted to feel him inside me in this position. I wanted to feel his powerful body moving over mine, his weight pressing me into the mattress. Killian said I was his fantasy, but it was the same for me. I'd thought about this moment a lot over the years, never thinking it would actually come true.

He placed his hands on either side of my shoulders, his thighs pushing mine farther apart as he eased inside me, inch by inch. I loved the feeling of being stretched. His gaze dropped to the spot where we were connected.

When he was fully inside me, he leaned down to kiss me, easing out, then sliding home again. I lifted my hips to meet his thrusts, already chasing the climax that felt just out of reach. My nipples were hard pebbles, and every inch of my body was a live wire, yearning for something only he could give me.

The next thing I knew, he'd rolled, and I was straddling his hips, his cock still inside me. I moaned when I realized how exposed I was to him. He tapped my hip in a request for me to move. I braced my hands on his chest, marveling in the feel of the sparse hair, moving up and then back down.

Everything felt more intense in this position. He felt bigger and impossibly deeper.

Killian cupped my breasts, his expression one of awe. Then he rubbed his rough thumbs over my nipples, and the sensations zinged to my core. I whimpered at the electricity coursing through my body.

"You need to come?" Killian asked with a cocky lift of his brow, and I nodded jerkily.

I was a jumbling mess of nerves, everything inside my body on edge. I needed a spark to send me over.

He moved his thumb to my clit and circled it, the tight band inside me snapped, and I trembled over him with wave after wave of pleasure coursing through me.

Killian urged me down to his level so I could kiss him. He thrust from underneath, groaning his release into my mouth.

I sagged on top of him, and eventually he shifted me to his side so he could dispose of the condom. Then his arm banded around my shoulders, and he pulled me tight to his body. Tonight was more than I ever hoped for, and I hoped nothing would change between us when I woke up tomorrow.

I enjoyed our arrangement and our burgeoning friendship. Hot sex was a nice addition. The confusing mass of emotionsin my chest was unexpected. I didn't want to feel anything for Killian, but I couldn't seem to help it.

I drew on all my walls, but none of them stood strong. They were flimsy and weak in the face of Killian Wilde.

I was at risk of losing my heart to him a second time. I wasn't sure I'd survive it. But I was a Richards. I was strong.

Killian kissed my forehead, melting my determination to keep him at arm's length. It was impossible not to fall for this man, the one who put his family and friends first. Snowboarding was a distant memory.

But as soon as it was forefront in his mind again, he'd be gone. The pain shot through me like a splash of hot liquid on my skin. It was intense and potent, then lingered for a few minutes.

I was almost asleep when I thought I heard Killian say, "Thank you for giving me a chance."

I was incapable of responding because I was so close to sleep, and I wasn't sure I wanted to. What did a second chance entail? Would he stay in my life, or would he be gone in a few weeks? I hated to think like this, to always assume the worst was coming. But I couldn't help it. Worst case scenarios had become my life's story, and I doubted that would change now.

Killian's time here was short, and I had to remember that.

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