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“I’ve never had anyone be possessive over me before,” I gasped, letting my head fall back against his shoulder.
“I find that hard to believe.”
A hard roll of his hips and my breath caught in my throat. There were so many “I’d never” moments tonight. I’d never even thought this would be his scene. My text had been aimed at teasing him, but the fact he was now here…
“Killian. Fuck.”
“Yeah, baby. Fuck. You call me fucking baby, tell me to come and find you, and then I get here and see someone else all over you. What were you doing with that other man?”
“I-I didn’t think you’d come. It meant nothing. We were just dancing. Chike’s a friend.”
“A friend who wants to fuck you. You drive me so fucking crazy,” he rasped into my ear. “Tell me why I’m here in this club that I haven’t seen the inside of in over two years. Why I’m with you when I shouldn’t be. Why I can’t fucking stay away from you.”
“Yeah?” I spun in his arms, gripping the back of his neck as I met his heavy-lidded gaze, his eyes crackling with electric fire. “Tell me why I can’t get you out of my fucking mind. Why I’ve never had any trouble moving on until you. You’ve fucked me up.”
His smile was sadistic and completely without humour. “Oh, Joshua. Everything you’re feeling, I can guarantee that I’m feeling tenfold. I like order in my life. I don’t do this. Ever. So tell me. Why the fuck. Am I here?”
I’d run out of words. So I kissed him.
We kissed, and kissed, and kissed. I forgot where we were, forgot that my friends would have questions for me after this blatant display, forgot everything except for the feel of his hard body against mine and his hot mouth dominating me. I was so fucking turned on, but there was something else beneath the sexual tension that seemed to ignite whenever we were in the same place together. Something that burned hotter and deeper, a part of me that had never craved another person in this way before,something that made me want to know everything about this man and to never let him go.
The realisation had me gasping, ripping myself away from Killian. We stared at one another, chests heaving, the music echoing around us while flashes of light alternated between illuminating us and throwing us into shadow. Killian’s pupils were wide and dark, but I noticed the same alarm flaring in his gaze.
“Killian.”
“I know.” He gripped the back of my neck, pulling me back into him and holding me in place as his mouth went to my ear. “It makes no fucking sense to me, either.”
“I’m scared,” I whispered.
Wrapping his other arm around my waist, he lowered his head to skim his lips over the spot just beneath my ear. “Me too.”
“I need…I think I need to get out of here.”
Drawing back, he rested his forehead against mine. “Come on. Let’s go.”
As I lay on my back on his bed, he stripped me down, so fucking slowly, uncovering me inch by inch. When he got to the final layer of my underwear, he looked up at me, and my breath caught in my throat at the intensity of his gaze. His eyes were so beautiful. He was so beautiful. I couldn’t breathe. Right here, looking at me like I meant something to him, was my dream man, the only one I wanted.
It was almost too much, but I didn’t want it to stop.
“You’re so beautiful, Joshua,” he rasped, echoing my thoughts about him as he trailed his lips up my body, a line of fire following in their wake. “I—” Cutting himself off, he buried his face in my ribcage, his breaths hot and fast against my skin. I stroked my fingers through his hair, completely overcome by feelings I’d never experienced before, drowning under a wave of powerful emotion that stole the breath from my lungs.
He kissed my chest and then up to my collarbone, so softly. His stubble dragged across my skin in the most delicious way, and I shivered beneath him. “Killian,” I managed, my voice cracking over his name. He raised his head, his eyes meeting mine, so wide and dark with arousal and something else I couldn’t put a name to, but it looked a lot like the way I felt.
I tugged him up to me, and his lips met mine, drinking me in, making me gasp into his mouth. I ran my nails down his back, needing to feel his bare skin against mine, and so I rolled us over so he was lying beneath me, gazing up at me with his lips parted, his chest rising and falling with his panted breaths.
My fingers shook as I worked open the buttons of his shirt, the hard lines of his body coming into view as the material fell open. I stroked across his chest, the light dusting of hair rasping beneath my palm, and felt his pounding heartbeat, strong against my hand.
His hands gripped my thighs. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, his voice so fucking low and wrecked. “JJ. I want you so fucking much.”
“Kill. Please. I want you, too.”
He helped me get his trousers off because my hands were still shaking—and what the fuck was that all about?—and then all that was between us was our underwear, slick skin sliding together, his body warm and solid against mine. Tugging down his boxer briefs and then mine, he stared down between us at the evidence of our arousal, his fingers curving around my erection. I moaned, his hand the perfect pressure, stroking over my hardness, his calloused thumb rubbing over the tip, smearing my precum around the head.
His gaze flicked to mine, and he licked his lips. “Do you ever top?”
I stared at him. “Um.” Clearing my throat, I tried again. “Sometimes, yeah. If I’m in a toppy mood. Do—do you want?—”
Cutting off my words with a kiss, he twisted us both so I was beneath him again, the weight of his body pressing mine into the mattress.
