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“I’ll tell you about it later. I need to go get this shit off.” I pull my sleeve back to reveal the half- washed paint.
He sighs, shaking his head as though he already knows why I didn’t finish here.
“Let me grab my things, I’ll drive you home.”
We drive in silence and I’m a bit surprised it isn’t an uncomfortable one. When we pull up to my house, he doesn’t ask if he can come in. Instead, he shuts off the car, comes around to open the door for me, and follows me to the apartment.
“I need to finish showering, make yourself at home,” I tell him as I get in and toss my keys on the side table. I don’t hesitate to step into my bathroom and turn on the shower full blast, eager to scrub the night from my mind.
By the time I get out, Killian is sitting on my couch with a beer in hand.
“Great fucking idea,” I tell him, not caring that I’m only wearing a towel as I make my way to the kitchen to grab my own. I take a deep sip and hum appreciatively.
“Oh, yeah. That’s the spot.”
I’m rewarded with a corner of his mouth turning up. He makes it obvious as he scans my body, raising an eyebrow appreciatively. I beam at him and put a hand on my hip with an exaggerated wink.
“Like what you see, handsome?”
He takes a long pull on his beer before standing. I don’t move as he approaches. A hand comes up and trails along the top of the towel, raising goosebumps on my skin.
“I very much do like,” he replies in a low voice, “but I did come here to talk, not to—”
My mouth is on his before he can finish.
At first, I think he’s going to push me away and I actually feel the moment of decision. I can feel when he lets go, kissing me back with a type of passion I’d long since forgotten. His hand winds itself into my hair, pulling lightly and setting my nerves on fire. My body presses against his, and the only thing holding up the towel is our entwined bodies.
He pulls back on my hair to look into my eyes. The fire I see in them makes my core twitch and my teeth come out to bite my lip. I move forward, but he pulls back on my hair to keep my eyes on his.
“No games,” he says, his lips only inches from mine, voice low with warning.
“No games,” I reply breathlessly. I’ve barely gotten the words out before his mouth is back on mine. I bring my arms up around his neck, letting my hands run through his thick hair. His arms wrap around my waist, trailing down my side until they cup my ass. He pulls me up to him, my legs wrapping around him.
The towel finally falls, baring me completely. His nostrils flare as he looks down at my naked body and I smile.
“So fucking sexy,” he mumbles before pulling me up higher and bringing a nipple to his mouth. Leaning my head back, I close my eyes and give way to the sensation. I feel weightless in his arms.
Bringing our mouths back together, he begins to walk with me still in his arms. Leaning forward, I bite the crook of his neck. I am rewarded with a suppressed moan.
Suddenly, I actually am weightless as he releases me. I fly onto the bed with an undignified squeal. I push my hair from my face and look up at him. He grins devilishly down at me.
In slow measured motions, he pulls his shirt over his head to reveal a broad chest. There’s just a spatter of hair in the center that I can’t help but want to run my hands through. He brings his hand to his belt and begins to undo it. I start to sit up and move toward him, but he shakes his head, even as he pulls the belt from its loop with aswish.
“No,” he says, slow and quiet. “I think you should stay right there.”
“But I want to play,” I say with a smile, biting my lip and leaning forward again. Flicking the button on his pants, he drops them and leans forward on the bed.
“I’m pretty sure earlier you challenged me,” he replies as his body comes up over mine. Lips trail just over my skin and my breathing picks up without me realizing. “What was it? Many orgasms?”
I go to open my mouth, but before I can get a word out, his mouth finds my nipple again. I moan as he sucks, his tongue making circles around it. My body moves up, pressing toward him without thinking.
An arm wraps around my back, only pressing me into him harder. The ministrations on my breasts don’t cease as I feel another hand trail up my leg until it cups my hot center. I groan and push myself into his hand. He chuckles.
“Eager,” he whispers as he trails kisses up my chest and back to my face. “I like that.”
A finger enters me, and I cry out as it curls perfectly inside me, hitting all the right places.
“Oh, and I definitely like that noise,” he says through a grin as he pushes another finger in, his thumb moving up to create little circles around my clit. His touch is like fire, setting my entire body alight in a way I didn’t think anyone could anymore.
