Page 77 of Wild Desire

I loved everything we did. Whether it was in his bed, on his counter, or bent over the couch. I wasn't sure how I was going to live in this condo when he was gone. It was going to be filled with memories of us.

"I never want to stop doing this."

"So don't," I said as he moved inside me, quickly driving me up again.

Killian knew my body at this point, what drove me wild, and what kept me on edge. He knew how to draw an orgasm from me and could do it in a matter of minutes. It was impressive and had the added effect of me thinking about him whenever we weren't together.

I told myself that we felt things more intensely because our time was limited. If we had all the time in the world, I wouldn't have fallen this quickly. I wouldn't be thinking crazy thoughts about forever.

Then he circled my clit and thrust harder. Each snap of his hips sent me moving along the counter. He gripped my hips, pulling me back. "I'll never get enough of you."

That was all it took for me to explode. Fireworks went off behind my eyelids as spasms of pleasure shook my body. He followed me over, kissing my stomach as we both calmed down.

"I meant to take you to bed."

I smiled. "This is good too."

He frowned. "You deserve more than a quickie on the counter."

I didn't think of it as a quickie. I liked to think we couldn't get enough of each other. That this entire relationship meant more, but I wasn't sure he saw it the same way.

He helped me off the counter and gave me his shirt to cover my body. "Jeremy got me a plane ticket."

My heart stutter-stopped. "So soon?"

"Lincoln's going to clear me at the next appointment, and then I'll be heading back. I need to do publicity and training. Get back into the right headspace." He avoided my eyes.

I didn't like the insinuation that he was in the wrong headspace with me. I didn't want to ask what this meant for us because we'd never had that conversation, and I'd never been that girl. I knew the score when we hooked up. This arrangement had an expiration date.

Even though I knew it was coming, it still hurt.

Killian pulled on his briefs and sweats, washing his hands in the sink before spooning mashed potatoes into two bowls. "Did you want more lobster?"

"I'd love some." I searched on the ground for my leggings and panties, pulling them on. I needed to be covered for the rest of the evening. He hadn't promised me anything, so I had no reason to be disappointed. I hated to do it, but my familiar wallswere refortifying. I was stacking the bricks so that when he left, they would stand higher than before.

I sat at the table by the window where we could watch skiers flying down the mountain. "When do you think we could get on our boards?"

Killian carried the bowls to the table, setting one in front of me. "I'm flying out the day after my appointment with Lincoln. Want to go that night?"

"That would be nice." If we didn't have anything else, at least we could snowboard one more time.

"I thought you didn't want to go out again. That it hurt too much?" he asked as he sat across from me.

I lifted the fork, hovering over the mashed potatoes. "I don't want to miss out on the opportunity to snowboard with the great Killian Wilde."

Killian tipped his head slightly. "You already did. Back before all the wins, the publicity?—"

Did he like that I'd known him from before? Is that what made me so attractive? It was nice being with someone who made him feel normal? But what would happen when he went back to his life? He'd forget about me and enjoy the arms of a woman who didn't have any expectations, hopes, or dreams. No family responsibilities. "Maybe I want to do it with the man you are now."

Killian grinned. "I'll go easy on you."

I laughed, enjoying the lightness of the moment despite the lingering sadness that surrounded his imminent departure. "You'll probably need to."

"It's like riding a bike. I'm sure you'll be talking trash to me in no time."

"Does anyone give you a hard time?"

He sighed. "Not really. That's why it was nice to be here. You don't let me get away with anything, and neither does my family.Lincoln. Rick. They tell me the truth. They don't stand to benefit financially if they get me back onto the slopes more quickly."

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