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“Oh, I’m fucking up for it.” He rocked his hips into me and dragged his nose along the side of my neck, the gesture sending shivers up my spine. “I want more than just a fumbling blow job in the dark. I want you naked, in my bed, with the lights on so I can see all of you.”
“Has anyone ever told you, you talk too much?”
He chuckled, his breath fanning over my skin. “They might’ve a time or two.”
“Don’t listen to them. I love the way you speak. Your accent is…dead sexy.”
“No one’s ever told me that before.”
I nipped his bottom lip. “Well, it is. Say some cowboy shit to me, and I’ll prove exactly how much I fancy hearing you talk.”
“I…Well, now the pressure’s on. What if I just show you how good I am with a rope instead?”
That was more exciting than I expected it to be. “Oh, really? Are you telling me all this time I’ve been holed up with a closet Dom?”
The laugh that burst out of him was half shock, half embarrassment. “What? No. I mean…um…”
Oh, this was too delicious. “Relax, Killian. I’m only kidding. Besides, you were the one who brought up the ropes.”
He shrugged. “Cowboy shit.”
“I guess I walked right into that one, didn’t I?”
“Guess so.”
Gripping his firm arse, I pulled him forward, closing the distance between our bodies. “I don’t need kink to enjoy this with you. What I do need is a bed before you wise up and realize this is more complicated than you want to invest in.”
I was pissing proud of myself for not faltering, for keeping my voice steady as I spoke aloud the fears that kept me from having any meaningful relationship.
“Never gonna happen, Jamie.”
He backed away but threaded our fingers, tugging me upstairs and into his bedroom without another word.
Killian Wilde’s bedroom was neater than I’d realized during my initial visit, though I’d been focused on the pain in my entire body at the time. Now I took it in with a different lens. Soft bluish-gray walls and white curtains framed a large window that overlooked the pond next to the house, a big bed with plenty of room for us both sat in the center of the far wall. Tonight, with the moonlight spilling inside, the room seemed almost magical.
“So, this is where you have all your best wank sessions, yeah?”
A huff of good-natured annoyance escaped him before he thought on it, then nodded. “Here and the shower. I guess it depends on whether or not I’m using a toy.”
Toys? Well, that was exciting. I reached for his shirt and popped the buttons one by one, exposing his carved chest, taking in the slabs of muscle layered on top of one another.
“Did you often touch yourself to thoughts of me?” I asked.
He swallowed. “Yes.”
“These toys. Did you fuck yourself with them?”
His fingers went to my shirt, pulling the fabric up and over my head. “God. Yes.”
“How many do you have?”
The way his cheeks turned pink was charming as hell. “A few.”
“A few? I need to see them.”
“Threatened?”
“Well, I personally like to think of them as teammates, not rivals. And then there’s the most important question.”
