“Dear God, Killian. You’re killing me here.”
“Not a bad way to go, but I’ll go easy on you.”
“I need to get these off.” I tugged at my jeans, my cock straining against the stiff fabric.
“Here, let me.” He undid the button and pulled down the zip, then gripped the bottoms and slipped them down my legs.
I had more tattoos, but plenty more scars, too. My thighs had always been prime cutting skin. I waited for a comment, but none came.
“You still okay, Harv?” He ran his hands up my legs, goosebumps erupting in their wake. I quivered from his touch, my skin hypersensitive. My breathing quickened, noisy in the room’s quiet.
And just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, he took my mouth with his.
Pleasure surged through me, and my heart thundered in my chest. Was it meant to feel this way?
In that moment, Killian was my only focus.
His hands, his lips, his touch.
I sucked in a breath as sharp teeth tugged on my lower lip.
“So responsive.”
“Hmm, need more.” I arched my back. This was too much and not enough. In all this time, I hadn’t touched him, letting him explore my body, but that needed to change. I grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt. “Take it off.”
“Easy, Harv. We don’t want to finish before we’ve even started. We have plenty of time.”
But he sat back on his heels and shed his shirt, revealing a taut stomach with a trail of dark hair that led from his belly button into the front of his jeans.
What did they call it? A treasure trail, that was it.
I ran my hands up his stomach, and in a fit of daring, tweaked his nipple.
“Ouch!” Shock registered on his face, then a smile. “You little…”
He pounced, his fingers digging into my sides. Shrieks left me as he tickled me. I squirmed and tried to get away, but he had me pinned down.
“Don’t think you can get away, Harv. I’ve got you now.”
His hands held my wrists on the bed, his body pressed against mine
“Please,” I gasped. “Please, no more.”
“Are you sure about that?” He rolled his hips, letting me know how much this was affecting him. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t turned on as fuck.
“I want you,” I said, not knowing exactly what it was that I wanted.
Lowering his head, he kissed me. Not frantic, no tongues, but a tender kiss full of promise. His lips touched mine; once, twice, three times, until finally they covered mine.
His tongue slipped inside, filling my mouth with the taste of him.
Still restrained, he pressed his body to mine, his hard cock aligned with mine. I dropped my legs open and moaned as he ground into me.
Fucking hell. I never knew it could be like this. So raw, yet intimate.
I fought against his grip, needing to touch myself. It’d been so long; I wasn’t sure if I’d last another second.
He released me, climbed off the bed, and removed his briefs.