Chapter Twenty
Eden
His hands gripped my hips, and his mouth took command of mine. He kicked the door shut behind him, our mouths still melded, our kisses hot and wet and frantic, and drove me against the wall. His hand fisted my hair and the other one cupped my butt, his hard body pressed against the length of mine. He kissed me like he was starving, and I was his favorite food. And I kissed him back the same way, greedy and wanting more. It had all started in the restaurant—the bulge in his jeans had been hard to miss, but he didn’t know how wet I’d gotten during that soft porn show…AKA dessert. He tried to say goodnight with a kiss and leave me at the door like a gentleman, but I asked him to come inside, practically spelling it out for him. Sex. Sex. Sex.
My hungry hands clawed at his back, my fingers digging into shirt and muscle.
“You sure about this?” he asked huskily.
I rocked my hips against him to let him know just how sure I was. I wanted him. Inside me. On top of me. Under me. Rough and wild. Slow and gentle. Every which way. I wanted it all.
His hand slid into my panties, rubbing between my slick folds. I moaned and bucked against his hand. Two fingers slipped inside me, reaching and curling, rubbing a spot that touched every nerve ending in my body. How did he know exactly where to touch me?
My fingers fumbled with the buttons of his jeans, and my hand found him inside his boxer briefs. Long, thick, rock hard. He groaned, the sound deep and guttural and so erotic it reverberated in my core. I slid my hand up his hard length, rubbing the pad of my thumb around the small slit at the tip.
“Fuck,” he growled.
He lifted me off the ground, my legs cinched around his waist, and carried me into the bedroom. Setting me down on the end of the bed, he knelt in front of me and untied one sandal and removed it then moved on to the next, like he was in no hurry and we had all the time in the world now. When I reached for him, he told me to sit still and keep my hands to myself.
“Still issuing commands?” I asked.
“All for your pleasure.”
And, oh yes, it was all for my pleasure.
His warm, calloused hands caressed my bare shoulders, my upper arms, my dress miraculously gliding down my body, his fingers brushing my skin. He reached around to my back and expertly unhooked my strapless bra, tossing it on the floor. Putting his hands on my shoulders, he pushed me back on the bed. My dress came off. My panties followed. And I was lying on my bed, my feet on the floor, stripped bare for him. I pushed myself up on my elbows.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice hushed as if we were in a church, still kneeling in front of me, his eyes worshiping my body. He pushed my thighs apart and put his head between them, gripping my hips in his hands. My back hit the bed. I couldn’t hold myself up anymore. He tortured me with his tongue, coaxing and teasing, bringing me to the brink then slowing the pace. My hands fisted the sheets, and I pulled so hard that both corners came loose. His hand slid over my belly and rib cage and he squeezed my nipple between his fingers as his tongue continued to coax and tease.
“Killian,” I whimpered. I was not above begging. “Please.”
That was all it took. Fingers, tongue, mouth. What kind of sorcery was this? I didn’t even know what he was doing to me, but I’d never felt anything like it. My whole body was trembling.
I was so…close. My eyes rolled back in my head. I had no control over the sounds coming out of my mouth.
“Killian,” I said, in a strangled voice I barely recognized as my own. I came so hard I was practically crying.
I was still riding out the crest of the wave when I heard his boots thud against the floor. I opened my eyes as he was unbuttoning his shirt, exposing all that tanned skin and sculpted muscle.
“You want me?” he asked, tossing his shirt on the floor.
My gaze traveled down from his broad chest to the cut V-shape of his abs and lower, to the undone buttons of his jeans. I wanted more. I wanted him to fill me up inside, bring me over the edge again, like I knew he could.
I nodded. Yes, yes, I want you.
“I need to hear you say the words,” he said.
“I want you.”
He stripped off his jeans and boxer briefs and stood in front of me naked, in the dim shadows of my room and oh my God, I had never in my life seen anything as perfect as him. Every muscle was clearly defined, his cock long and thick and impossibly big. I wanted to touch every inch of skin and muscle, feel him in my hands, feel my body wrapped around his.
I cupped his balls in my hand, feeling their weight, and gave them a gentle squeeze. He sucked in his breath and gripped my shoulders, his fingers digging into my skin. I slid my other hand up the length of him, feeling the silky, thin skin and veins. He was so hard it must have been painful. Wrapping my hand around the base, I teased him with the tip of my tongue, running it up his length, and circling the tip. His hands on my shoulders tightened, his breathing ragged as I took him in my mouth.
He pulled away from me. “I need to be inside you.” Fishing a condom out of his jeans pocket, he ripped open the packet, and rolled it onto his erection.
He hauled me up the bed and braced his arms on either side of me, lowering his head and kissing me hard. I tasted myself on his lips and his tongue. “You taste so sweet,” he said, in his sexy, gravelly voice. “Better than any dessert.”
I arched my back, my breasts pressing against his chest, my nipples getting hard on contact. Supporting himself on one arm, he rubbed his tip against my clit, the tight bundle of nerves getting taut, until I was all slick heat between my legs again. He kept kissing me. Kept teasing me until it was all I could do not to beg him to enter me already. How he exercised so much self-control, I had no idea. I was greedy for another orgasm, and he hadn’t even had his first one yet.
He sat up and knelt between my legs, his hand caressing my inner thigh, wrapping around my calf, and lifting my leg onto his shoulder. My other leg wrapped around his thigh and when he finally, finally, entered me, I knew that nothing, absolutely nothing, had ever felt this good. I watched his unguarded face, the intense pleasure written all over it, his lips slightly parted. It gave me a thrill that I’d been the one to put that look on his face.
“I want you to come,” he said, his thumb rubbing my clit. I was only my body. Skin, bones, muscle. I was moaning. And I was so…close. When I came, I was split wide open. Shattering into thousands of pieces. My muscles clenched around him as he thrust deep inside me. One. Two. Three times. He came apart, his body shuddering with his release, his arms wrapping around me, holding me close against him. We smelled like sweat and sex and dirty pleasures.
He buried his face in my hair. “You feel fucking amazing, Sunshine.” I smiled into the darkness. A beat later, he asked, “Does that air conditioner work?”