Page 56 of The Secret Life of a Lady
When he reached the last button, he pulled his shirt over his head and let it drop next to the chair. Hannah lifted her gaze from the white silk clumped on the carpet to take in Killian’s naked chest. He called her a goddess, but Killian was the one who resembled the statues of Olympian heroes. Thick muscles flexed in his upper arms as he rested his elbows against the armrest. His nipples were dark, flat disks in a wide chest sprinkled with black hair. Hannah’s gaze lowered to where his stomach separated into eight defined ridges of hard flesh. His hair was thicker below his belly button, creating a trail disappearing into his breeches.
‘Bollocks,’ she hissed.
‘Yes. They are becoming quite a problem.’ Killian’s words were playful, but his voice was rough with need. ‘You told me you found your pearl. Show me. Touch yourself for me.’
Hannah stiffened. ‘I can’t. That’s not…’ Her face grew warm as moisture pooled low. Just the idea of playing with herself in front of him was equally embarrassing and erotic.
‘You can say no. If you don’t want to touch yourself.’ He shrugged, and his gaze lowered to the dark thatch of hair between her legs.
Hannah’s core tingled. What she must look like to him, so exposed, so vulnerable? She ached to rub the tight bud of fleshpulsing with need. To feel the soft friction of her finger against that cluster of nerves. ‘I want to.’ Her voice was husky. She didn’t recognise it.
‘Then, touch yourself, Hannah. Touch yourself and let me watch you.’
This was not a moment for anxiety to steal her pleasure. She was a woman who rushed into dangerous situations when others might run away. She could do this. She wanted to do this. Blast and damn, she practiced this moment alone, in her room, the previous night and thought about Killian every scintillating second. This was her chance to show him what she learned.
Hannah let her hand trail over the dip of her waist, tickling the sensitive skin of her belly as she delved lower. Killian hissed in a breath. She had captured this powerful man. He was mesmerised. His gaze locked onto her pale hand as her fingers tangled in the hair covering her intimate flesh before dipping between the soft folds hiding her clitoris. She curled her index finger, brushing the pad against the tight bundle where sweet sparks of sensation coalesced. What a wonder that she could bring herself such pleasure. She never knew it was possible. Until he showed her. Closing her eyes, she moaned.
‘Don’t close your eyes. Look at me. Keep looking at me.’
His voice was a line holding her steady in a storm of need. She opened her eyes and locked her gaze with his. He was beautiful. His face tightened with desire. His full lips parted as his chest rose and fell in heavy breaths. Tightening his grip on the armrest, his muscles corded, the firelight creating shadows in the ridges and dips of his powerful body.
Hannah rubbed harder, her fingers growing wet from passion. She reached up with her free hand, palming her breast, then pinching her nipple. Killian exhaled a curse. She couldn’t stop theslow smile, knowing her movements controlled his pleasure. It was a heady feeling to hold Killian in her thrall.
She focused on the sensation of her finger sliding over her bud as wave after wave crashed over her, sucking her deeper into a whirlpool of aching need. Knowing her desire only increased his, she grew bold, undulating her hips.
He unbuttoned the fall of his breeches, and Hannah almost lost her rhythm as his cock sprang out, thick, long, and hard.
‘Don’t stop.’ His gravelled voice scraped over her senses. He wrapped his fingers around his shaft, pumping his hand down to the broad base where black hair hid the rest of him from view. His tip seeped a bead of liquid. Their bodies were weeping for each other.
She dipped a finger deeper, coating it in her slickness before returning to her nub in small, devastating circles.
She moaned, so close to the shining pinnacle.
‘Let go. Come for me, Hannah.’ His green eyes were almost black in the shadowed room. He bared his teeth like a feral animal as his hand moved faster.
Hannah closed her eyes and lost herself to the raging brilliance. She cried out and flattened her hand, grinding the heel of her palm against her clitoris, needing more. Wanting everything. Drunk on her own power and his devastating need.
Killian cursed in a voice full of awe.
As her orgasm dissipated, Hannah’s legs turned to jelly. She dropped to the floor, the cold wood pressing against her hot thighs and bottom. She leaned on her arm and let the glory of her crisis echo through her limbs. But the ache remained, deep and hollow.
His hand still gripped his cock, but he wasn’t stroking himself any more. Killian watched her as her breathing slowed.
Hannah cleared her throat. ‘My turn.’
Killian watched sunsets in the Afghan desert that stole his breath with their beauty. He had seen crystal-blue water chase itself along white sand beaches. He stared in wonder as a red kite swooped from the sky only an arm’s length away from him. Never had he witnessed anything more stunning than Hannah in the apex of her orgasm.
His brain needed to catch up with his ears. ‘Your turn?’ He still held his cock in his hand, hard and pulsing, demanding release.
‘Yes. You told me to think on the favour I wanted. I’ve thought about it. I know what I want from you.’
Killian blew out a shaky breath. ‘I’m not following.’ He was having trouble organising his thoughts.
Hannah reached behind her, pulling at the scrap of material holding the end of her braid. She unwound her hair. Killian was a fool to not have asked her to do that from the start. Long waves of copper shone in the firelight. Her sweet nipples peeked out from the silky strands now covering her breasts.
‘I want you.’
Killian watched in fascination as a blush ran down the length of Hannah’s entire body. He rubbed his hand over his cock, revelling in the sensation and imagining her tight quim holding him instead of his rough hand. ‘You have me. Here I am.’
