Page 31 of Killian
Ellie
The hairon my face was swept away, and I jolted awake. My legs were tucked underneath me, head resting on my bent arm in the comfy chair. Looking up, Killian stood there. He was different than earlier.
At my house, he was hard.
Now, he wasn’t. That shield he showed the world was down. I could tell it in his eyes. He said nothing, just scooped me up like he would a bride and carried me over to the bed. He didn’t lay me down; instead, he set his back against the headboard and held me on his lap. His legs were stretched out, and I fit perfectly in the crook of him.
“Well, I can see you’re not covered in blood, so you didn’t find whoever it was. Am I right?”
His body shook just a bit, and I knew it was from laughter. I loved that I could make him laugh even in these situations. “How do you know I didn’t hose off outside?” he returned.
“Then you’d be wet. You’re not.”
He gave me a squeeze. “Observant.” He let out a small sigh. “The guys from the other night are still in lockup. Their boss has gone to ground, and the video showed men in masks. So we’ve got nothin’ right now.”
I had to admit I was surprised at his honesty with me. I figured he would be vague with sharing whatever he knew since I clearly had no clue what it was he even did for a living to have men like Diesel to assign to watch me. I shifted to look up at him. “Who do you think would do this, Killian? I don’t have any enemies. Who would want to shoot up my living room? Those guys in jail shouldn’t even know who I am.”
“I don’t know, but I’ll fuckin’ find out.”
“How?”
His sapphire eyes turned a bit scary. “Leave that to me. I will find them.”
From his tone, I believed him. He was absolute, like not finding them wasn’t an option. While I loved that, I also feared that he might get hurt. That wouldn’t fly with me. “Promise me you won’t get hurt.”
His sexy grin came out. “Ellie, you comin’ to terms with bein’ with me?”
“No. I just don’t want you dead,” I bit back.
“That’s good to know. And I’ll consider it a step in the right direction.”
He shifted me so I was on my back, and he was on top of me. My heart thumped rapidly in my chest. “What are you doing?”
“Kissin’ you.” Then he did as he said—hard, rough, deep and lots of tongue.
Once again, in his magical ways, I forgot everything around me. No shootings. No bars. No friends. No one after me. Nothing. My whole universe revolved around Killian.
Turning in his arms, my hands threaded through his hair as we both got lost in the kiss. Legs on either side of him, his erection pressed against me in just the right spot. My hips moved on their own accord, searching for more friction, release … just more.
Killian’s hands came up my back and pressed me tighter to him, deepening the kiss even more. We kissed for long moments, each of us touching and petting the other.
My mind completely shut off, living in the moment and not thinking of the consequences. To hell with those.
His warm hands came under my shirt, his touch turning me on. Grinding my hips more, I let loose and grabbed the edge of his shirt, tearing it from his torso. Lips to his neck, I kissed down his body and took my time to explore.
The pulse point in his neck jumped as I reached down to cup his erection through his jeans. He was hard and ready for me, which only made me wetter.
One squeeze of him and I was up. He flipped me around, unbuttoned my jeans, and pulled the clothing off of me. My shirt was next, but he didn’t bother with the bra. Instead, he pulled my breasts out of the cups, leaving the fabric and wires to hold them up pert.
Killian kissed down my body, stopping at my nipples and giving them a torturous lick and suck. My back bowed off the bed, hands going behind to his head.
He moved down my body, kissing the entire path until he reached between my legs, and his eyes were locked on mine. They bore into me as he licked, nipped, and sucked my aching flesh.
As sexy as it was to watch him kiss my most sensitive region, my body wasn’t having it. My core tightened, back arched, and eyes closed as I pulled his hair and came hard.
The orgasm raced like fire through me as Killian moved quickly, pressing himself inside of me. This only revved me up once again.
Damn this man. In and out of me, he pistoned his hips. Our eyes locked, and breathing labored. Something inside squeezed hard at the passion for me centered in his blue orbs. When we came, we did it together, but this time Killian didn’t clean me. Instead, he stayed inside me, pulled the covers over our bodies, and we fell fast asleep.
