Page 36 of Save Me the Trouble
“Killian,” she whimpered when I took her mouth again. “I can’t stand.”
“Good.” I chuckled low, locking my lips over the racing pulse on her neck and licking a path all the way to the shell of her ear. “By the time I’m through with you, you won’t be able to stand…or sit…for a week.”
Her gasp on my tongue was sweet—sweeter than anything I’d ever tasted before. And I wanted to taste more.
My hands found the silk of her dress, gathering it in my fingers until it was rucked up around her waist. I wanted to give her everything—more than everything—to prove she had nothing to fear.
I dropped to my knees in front of her, relishing the catch of her breath and the way she reached for my shoulders.
“Killian…”
I lifted my eyes to hers as I hooked my fingers in the front of her thong, stripping it from her as I said, “You have no idea how many times I’ve wanted to do this—taste you—in my office.” She shuddered as I lifted her one leg and curved it over my shoulder, my mouth watering with the scent of her. “On my desk. My couch. My chair.”
My fingers found her wet pussy, and I let out a groan of pain as my cock throbbed, feeling how hot and drenched she was.
“Please,” she whimpered, her hips shaking.
“You have no idea how many times I imagined making you come in front of my windows,” I growled and set my mouth on her.
“Oh god.”
I heard her head hit the wall as my tongue toyed with her clit, licking and sucking as I pushed two fingers inside her. I loved hearing nothing but incoherent pleasure coming from that smart mouth of hers and knowing it was because of me.Because she trusted me.
“Not God,” I muttered as she started to shake, her back bowing off the wall.
“Killian.” She moaned my name as my fingers found her G-spot.
“Good girl.” My praise made her pussy tighten, and another rush of desire greeted my greedy tongue. “You taste so fucking good. Feel so fucking good.”
I praised her and finger-fucked her harder. Faster. And I didn’t let up until she was panting and clawing at the back of my head for release.
“Please, Killian. Please.”
My lips closed over her clit and sucked hard, my tongue flicking the swollen bud at the same time, and she fractured. Unraveled completely. And the way she screamed my name was the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard. Meanwhile, her body pulsed around my fingers and drenched my tongue with her sweet release.
“Where’s your bedroom?” I growled, still licking up the spoils of her sweet pussy.
Her arm sagged as she attempted to point down the hall. With one swift motion, I straightened and picked her up, her legs wrapping around my waist, and carried her to her room.
I loved the way she clung to me—trusting me completely. I was going to show her it was worth it;that I was safe.
When we made it to her room—her bed. As soon as I had her on the mattress, I grabbed the front of her dress and tore the fragile fabric in two down her front. I groaned as her gasp mingled with the tearing surrender of the fabric.
“I’ll buy you another one,” I preempted, mentally promising to rip that one in two, too, as I dropped my head back between her legs.
She grabbed my hair and tried to pull me up. “Killian…”
I grinned at her and licked my lips. “I told you what my preferences were, Grace.” Her jaw went slack as I then demanded, “Tell me what they were.”
When she hesitated, I gently flicked the tip of my finger over her clit, watching the light touch send fireworks rippling over her skin.
“Tell me.”
“To give pleasure,” she murmured huskily.
“Good girl.” For her answer, I flattened my tongue along her and licked from her entrance to her clit.
“And why do I like giving pleasure?” I pressed, blowing a soft stream of air over her.
