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I tossed him an incredulous look over my shoulders. “Why am I not surprised that that’s your attitude? Of course, you want to sit around and wait for someone else to do the heavy lifting.” I went and leaned on the railing again.
Killian set his blazer down on the rail behind him and folded his arms over his chest. “Would you like me to pry the elevator doors open with my bare hands? I hate to break it to you, Meg, but that kind of thing doesn’t happen in real life.”
I spun around to face him and narrowed my eyes into slits. “How would you know? You’re so far removed from real life, you’re practically CGI-ed into it.”
Killian let his arm fall to his sides and scoffed. “At least I have a life, Meg. You’re going upstairs to an empty hotel room.”
I took a step towards him and bristled. “I have a cat.”
“But you don’t have anyone to keep you warm at night.” Killian gave me a wicked smile, and raked a finger through his hair and took another step towards me. He was breathing heavily, and a thin sheen of sweat broke out across his forehead. “Do you want to end up a lonely old cat lady?”
“You’re an arrogant son of a bitch.”
“And you’re a sheltered princess.” We were standing so close I could see the bits of gray in his eyes, and it made a shiver of desire race up my spine. “So, it looks like we both have to live with our titles.”
I had never stood this close to him before. “I hate you.”
And at that moment, I knew why.
Every inch of me was buzzing and thrumming with energy, desperate for his touch, and his mouth on my skin.
“I hate you more.” Killian said in a low voice, his eyes dark. He placed both hands on the wall behind me, squaring me up between him and the wall. I swallowed hard.
Slowly he leaned in, and then he covered my mouth with his, hot and demanding. It sent a jolt of electricity right through me. He took my face in his hands and I kissed him back, melting against him.
Everywhere he touched, I burned.
I didn't want to fight my want for him anymore. I wanted to give in, to surrender to the impossibility of this situation, even if just for this moment.
I linked my fingers over his neck and he hoisted me up. I took a breath in and stared deeply into his eyes silently for a moment, deciding if this was a good idea before locking my legs around his waist. I grabbed the back of his neck, pulling his lips back to mine. He rubbed himself against me, sending a jolt of desire crashing through me. Then he took a step forward, pinning me against the wall so my back collided with the cold, hard metal of the elevator. Then he wrenched his lips away from mine, and began pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down the side of my neck and down my chest. I let my head fall back, and I moaned.
“What… are we, is this…” I couldn't string together a sentence, I felt dizzy with desire.
Killian chuckled, kissing one side of my neck, before turning my head and kissing the other side. “I think we’re entering into conflict negotiations, Meg.”
“Right.” I breathed, grinding to the rhythm of our hips pressed together.
“Would you like to stop?” He pulled back and looked at me with a smirk.
Blushing hard, I opened my mouth and inhaled hard, but couldn't find the words. I didn't want to admit I wanted this, that I wanted him. That I needed him. But our little game was about to be over if I didn't admit it.
I shook my head no, that I didn't want to stop.
He chuckled. “That’s what I thought.”
And I couldn’t remember why weweren’tsupposed to be doing this.
Or why the warmth I felt pooling in the pit of my stomachwasn’ta good thing.
All I knew was that Killian was all I could see or hear or taste.
His mouth went back up to my mouth, and he nipped on my lower lip. I gasped, allowing him access, and our tongues began a sensual battle for dominance. My heart was pounding in my ears as I moved my hands down the length of his back and back up to his shoulders. Then I let one hand fall to his waist and tugged on his shirt until I untucked it.
I could feel the taut and smooth skin of his stomach, as I ran my hand under his shirt and up his chest.
Killian made a low growling sound into my mouth and buried his face in my neck. “Fuck, that feels good.”
His hands moved down the length of my thighs and back up until he hoisted my dress up, so it was around my waist. Goosebumps broke out across my skin, and I shivered. He kneaded his thumbs into my hips, and I threw my head back against the wall and moaned. He held me up easily, and still pressed against the wall he wrapped one arm around my waist, and with the other hand traced a path up my thigh to the waistband of my panties. His touch was teasing and light, and made me desperate for more.
