Page 154 of Savage Hearts

“Flowers?” he asked, his voice tinged with amusement.

“Yes. They’re p-pretty—fuck.”

His finger was now drawing soft circles around my nipple, over my dress.

“Pretty, huh?”

I bit my bottom lip and nodded, only I was no longer paying attention to the conversation. What the hell were we talking about again?

He cupped my breast and squeezed it, holding me tightly.

“Fuck, baby, are you even wearing a bra? Panties?”

I made a small sound in the back of my throat, which probably told him the answer because, with a low growl, he turned me around and pushed the straps of the dress down, letting it pool around my feet.

I shivered as his dark eyes took me in from head to toe, licking his lips.

A squeal escaped my lips when he grabbed me by the hips and hoisted me up onto the kitchen island. I winced when my bare bottom touched the cold granite. “Rachel is going to be so mad about this.”

Killian shot me with an amused look. “You plan on telling her, little firecracker?”

I shook my head furiously, eliciting a chuckle from him.

“It’ll be our dirty little secret.”

The way his lips curved around the word “dirty” made me think he meant something other than what we were talking about. I shook my head, folded my arms over my chest, and crossed my legs.

“Uh-uh,” he chastised gently, pulling my arms away. Bending down, he took a nipple into his mouth. His eyes twinkled at me as he suckled on it. I wanted to look away so badly, look away from such an… indecent image, but his eyes held me captive. I swallowed and tried not to react.

He moved his hands down my side—rough, calloused hands imprinting on my skin before he got to my thighs. One large hand wrapped around my right thigh, the other my left thigh, and he pried my legs apart.

I shook my head.

He tightened his grip until I had no choice but to part my legs. His hand cupped me intimately, his finger moving over my slit. I tensed when he began to play with me.

I could come like this, I thought.

And I knew I thought correctly when the first convulsions hit. My eyes rolled back, and I tried to lift my hips, trying to get closer to his touch.

He suddenly stood up to his full height. His eyes seemed to have gotten darker as his gaze ate me up. He placed both hands on my shoulders and pushed down until I was lying on my back on the cold, hard, flat surface.

“Killian?”

I hated the uncertainty in my own voice.

“Fuck, do you know how hard it’s been to resist you since the moment you ran into the hallway?”

If I weren’t feeling so much,too much, I would have found amusement over his statement.

“Spread your legs for me, sweetheart.”

I closed my eyes and shook my head. Hell.

He pulled one of my legs up, exposing the side of my ass, and spanked me. He spanked me much harder than Maverick or Silas had ever done. I grunted and glared at him. His eyes glinted with vicious glee. “Spread, firecracker. Show me what’s mine.”

“Not yours,” I denied.

He grinned, and I shivered. Even when he smiled, there was something corrupt about it. No wonder I hadn’t been able to trust his easy demeanor this afternoon.

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