“Damn right, we are,” he says and pushes himself up to thrust a little harder. A little deeper.
Just when I think he can’t go any deeper, he hooks the back of my knee into the crook of his arm spreading me wider and plunging so deep I whimper at the pleasure.
“Oh, yes. Killian, yes. Please.”
“Is this when I go fast and hard?”
“Yes. Please,” I say more desperately, and he just flashes that ornery smirk of his before torturing me with even slower thrusts than before. To make things worse—better. Oh, God so much better—he licks the thumb of his free hand and rubs my clit with it.
“If I go fast now, I’m going to come too soon. No way I’m coming before I feel that tight pussy of yours strangle my cock.”
“Oh, yes,” I scream and arch my back.
He may want to keep it slow but I can’t stop my hips from rolling faster and faster with every circle of his thumb.
“That’s a good girl. Own that cock.”
His dirty words are the end of me. When I fall over the edge and lose my rhythm, Killian takes over. He rides out my orgasm, riding me hard and fast until I’m a dizzy, sated mess beneath him when he fills me up then falls beside me on the bed.
Panting and slick with sweat, I curl into Killian’s side. He wraps his arms around me holding me so tightly, I’m not sure he ever plans on letting me go.
Wanting to send the message right back, I throw a leg over him and say, “Don’t worry, Killian. I’m not going anywhere. I’m yours, remember?”
In true mountain man form, Killian kisses the top of my head and simply growls, “Mine.”
CHAPTER7
Killian
Between the stress, the eggnog, and the acrobatic sex, it wasn’t long, after we got cleaned up, before Aimee had again wrapped her naked body around me like a koala in a tree. And I drifted to sleep with the rhythmic beat of her heart against my ribs and her sweet breath on my neck as she gently snored. We wake up Christmas morning having barely moved.
“We should get ready to go,” I whisper against her crown when she begins to stir.
“Do we have to?” She nuzzles her cold nose and lips on my chest kissing me slowly and purposefully.
My dick is hard already, how could it not be with a goddess in my bed? The kisses spur my dick on, twitching with each kiss she places lower and lower on my stomach.
It pains me to stop her but we made a promise. And it’s Christmas.
“As much as I want your mouth on my cock, there isn’t time.”
Aimee whines and juts out her bottom lip in an over-exaggerated pout. “Fine,” she says and climbs out of bed. “But I got dibs on the first shower.” When I start to follow her out of the bedroom, she looks back. “You do know what dibs means, right?”
“Oh, sorry. I thought you wanted some of this,” I tease her gesturing to all of me in a playfully arrogant way that makes her giggle.
“You said there wasn’t time,” she throws back in an equally playful tone shaking her voluminous ass as she saunters away.
“I never said there wasn’t time for a quickie in the shower,” I say catching up to her.
“You’re such a brat, Killian.” Aimee squeals when I smack her ass and chase her across the hall into the bathroom.
It’s at that moment, seeing her so happy after seeing her so sad when she first arrived, that I can’t wait another day to officially make Aimee Burris mine.
CHAPTER8
Aimee
Our quickie took a little too long, when we finished getting ready my phone was awash with text messages and missed calls from my mom wondering where we were. I text her back with an apology and to let her know that we’re on our way.
