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He smirked then rubbed his nose against mine. He pulled back, and all those warm fuzzies inside me swarmed. “I wasn’t ready for you, then. Saw you and knew the time wasn’t right then. Now. I’m ready for you.”
What on earth did that mean? He wasn’t ready for me? Now he was? What? “I’m lost here. Let’s break this down crayon style.”
His brow quirked, and his lip tipped. “Crayon style?”
“You know. Like in kindergarten. Spell it out and do it slowly so I can catch up here.”
He laughed, and his face changed into this carefree man. It was a sight. “Right. I wasn’t a one-woman kind of guy then.” I said nothing and waited. This was a fact. He never stayed with any girl more than a week or two. More often than not, she wasn’t the only arm piece or side piece or night partner he had. Not that I was keeping track or anything…
The girls came to him in droves, and after he got his fill in our school, he branched out to others. This wasn’t a secret to anyone.
He was still quiet, so I asked, “And what? Now you are?”
“For you.”
Me? He had to be joking. Killian never once showed interest in me. Not back then and now, I had no clue what he was playing at. This was so off the wall it made no sense.
“So you’re telling me that you want to be a one-woman kind of man, and since you saw me somewhere I wasn’t supposed to be, that one woman is me?”
The thoughts went crazy in my head. If I hadn’t been there getting Bri, would he be in my bed right now? Would he have even acknowledged me? Years he’d been gone, and now this. Something was off.
“No, you weren’t supposed to be there. But fuck, babe, I’m glad to be here with you.”
My heart felt like it was going to pound out of my chest. Sure, the attraction was there; it always had been. I didn’t think our bodies would have any problems working together. It was all the other shit that would get in the way.
There was no way this ‘playboy’ had decided one day to change his ways, bump into me, and say,Congratulations you’re the winner of Killian’s love life!No. I didn’t believe that for a second.
“Are you sure you shouldn’t be in a padded room somewhere? Maybe we should take your temperature. You might be feverish.”
He burst out laughing so hard his body shook. Having it move on me sent my body into overdrive. Damn, this man had a way of getting to me. If I got this overworked from a laugh, hell knew what would happen if we…Stop it, Ellie!
He sobered up and began to stare deep in my eyes. I had no clue what he was looking for, but whatever it was, he liked it. “I’m gonna kiss you now.”
Before I could say a word, his lips came down on mine in a combustion. My hands flew to his shoulders, nails digging in and trying to hold on for dear life. His lips were talented, moving smoothly this way and that, taking me along for a ride. I had been kissed before, but this was a cherished moment. We melted together.
More of his weight fell on me as one of his hands sifted in the back of my hair, pulling it tight. I relished the tension and craved his touch.
His tongue touched my lip and, without thinking, I opened up wide for him. His taste invaded me, and I lifted my head and met him full throttle.
Each time his tongue swept into my mouth, new electric charges surged through my body. I started writhing under him, needing more and wanting him to ease the ache he was building inside of me.
He pulled away, looking deeply into my eyes. “You want me to make you come?”
By this point, there was only one answer because all thoughts and reason vanished. I wanted him. No, my body needed him. Trying to rub myself on him wasn’t getting me far in this position.
“Yes,” I breathed, and his eyes lit with approval and desire. He was craving me just as much as I was craving him.
His hand came between us, and his fingers went under my pajama shorts. It had been too long since a man had made me orgasm, and here I was begging for it. The tips of his fingers grazed my outer lips, and my hips bucked at the sensation.
Yes. I needed him to make me come. I needed him to make me fly.
A loud banging came from the front door, and my head popped up. “Shit.”
“Ignore it,” Killian rasped, studying my face with precision. “I want to see you come for me.”
And I so wanted to come; therefore, I did what any woman not in her right mind would do—I absolutely ignored it.
Only the banging came again. The doorbell went off. Bang. Bell. Bang. Bell. The orgasm that was right there for the taking started to dissipate.
