I dug for my phone, which of course had burrowed its way to the bottom of my bag. As I headed upstairs, I wondered if Kill had texted me back, and I’d failed to hear it while driving. My phone showed no missed alerts or text messages waiting.
When I lifted my head as I entered my room, the air whooshed out of me. Three candles burned softly on my dresser. The blinds were shut tight, blocking out the world. Music drifted through the room, softly making its presence known. A nervous giggle burst from my lips when I realized Halestorm was playing.
“That wasn’t the reaction I was hoping for,” Kill replied from behind me.
He molded his body to my back, his hand lifting my hair from my neck and pushing it over my shoulder. Searing kisses landed on my naked neck, causing goosebumps to break out across the surface. I pressed further into him, relishing the heat he expelled. Kill placed a kiss on the top of my head, wrapping his arms around me. My fingers laced with his, wanting us to be connected in every way.
“Where is everyone?” I whispered, refusing to ruin the moment with my voice.
“Out.” A smile colored his voice, but it didn't hide the desire in his tone.
“Are you trying to be romantic?” I asked, eyeing the candles flickering on the dresser.
“Ouch. I was. I didn’t have much time. So, this is what you get.”
“How’s D?” I asked as he nibbled up my neck.
“Not now, Slick.”
“Okay." The front of my body collided with his hard chest as he spun me around. My nipples strained against my bra. I laced my fingers behind his neck just as his lips crashed down into mine.
His kiss was possessive, full of hunger. My emotions matched his, biting and sucking on his lips, frantic to touch him. Our tongues explored each other with more intimacy than anything we’d done before.
Kill's palms grabbed my ass, and I jumped up, wrapping my legs around his waist grinding into him, making us both groan. He walked me backwards to the bed and dropped us both on the mattress. Our lips never separated.
My hands found their way under his shirt, gliding up his back while I ran my fingers up and down his spine. The material bunched around his shoulders, hindering my path. Desperate to feel him, I tore my lips away.
His body moved just enough for me to yank his shirt off. As his lips tried to return to mine, I stopped him by slamming my palms into his chest and pushing him up. My fingers traced the lines of his abdomen, and the tight muscles clenched and jumped under my touch.
His jeans hung low on his hips, revealing the V. Whoever said X marks the spot, didn't know what treasures the V held. I promised myself I would follow the muscular path with my tongue soon. Kill's body was incredible. He had the smooth muscular lines from running and working out, and my eyes feasted on his bare chest. He grabbed my hands and pulled them over my head, securing them with one hand.
“My turn.” His eyes flared with heat.
My system was engulfed in flames as his hand slithered under my shirt. My thighs clenched together with need. He took his hand out of my shirt, and I shivered from the removal of his heat.
My breasts were tight against my bra, begging to be encased in his mouth instead of the cotton they were currently enclosed by. He let go of my hands and took hold of the bottom of my shirt. My back arched so he could remove it. He whipped my shirt over his shoulder, and his eyes locked on my naked skin. My first instinct was to cover up. He snatched my hands as they closed in on my midriff, halting my movement.
“You're so fucking beautiful,” he whispered right before his mouth latched onto my nipple, sucking it through my bra.
His hot wet mouth sent my body into spasms. A moan tore from me at the intensity of his talented tongue. It felt as though my nipples had a direct line to my core. With every pull, my thighs clenched in pleasure until I was writhing under him, needing to feel more.
I frantically pulled on his shoulders, desperate for him to return and kiss me, but also needing him to stay exactly where he was. My chest arched further up under him to give him better access to my breasts. Sacrificing them for the pleasure he would bring me.
He took advantage of my position and unhooked my bra releasing me. He slid my arms out of the straps, leaving a trail of heat as he removed it and tossed it behind him. His finger circled my nipples, making them pucker painfully.
My legs tightened around him, bringing him closer to my center. He had me on the precipice, and it was my only thought. I couldn't handle the sensory overload he was causing. His hands ran over my breasts as if testing them to see how well they fit in his calloused hands. The roughness stimulated me, bringing me even closer to the edge. Our breath burst out in ragged pants as our hands explored each other. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him back to my mouth. His hands ran up and down my ribs, touching all the available skin.
When he grazed my breasts, the heat between my legs spread, catching my blood on fire. My heart pumped it throughout me until Kill was the only thing flowing through me. I reached down and gripped his ass pulling him against me, making us both hiss at the contact.
“Tell me to stop now, Slick. Because if you don’t, I won’t be able to.” His voice was pained and laced with lust.
“I don’t want you to stop,” I replied biting his earlobe and grinding shamelessly against him.
“Fuck,” he moaned as his hand unbuttoned my pants, lowering the zipper painfully slow.
My hips rose, trying to urge him to go faster. He dragged my jeans and panties down my legs, trailing the fabric with kisses. Nibbling at my skin all of the way down until my clothes were heaped on the ground. He stood and gazed at me, completely naked. The desire on his face made my whole body burn.
"What are you waiting for?" Before I let him climb back on top of me, I stopped him. “Off,” I commanded, pointing toward his jeans where his cock strained against the zipper.