Page 164 of A Curse On Black Lake
I push it over his shoulders, and it falls silently to the floor.
He reaches for his belt, flipping the buckle and pulling it through the loops. Instead of dropping it, he slides it behind my back and uses the leather to tug me into him. Killian smiles and drops light kisses all over my face until the belt drops away, and his palms replace the leather.
My hands shake as he flips the button of his jeans and crawls over me, forcing me to lay back.
I drag my trembling hands over his body, marveling at its strength.
Killian pulls back, frowning at me. “Why are your hands shaking?” he asks.
I lick my lips, trying to find the words. “I don’t know what I’m doing, and I’m nervous … but in a good way,” I whisper.
“You have nothing to be nervous about. It’s just you and me. Nothing else. Okay?”
“Just you and me,” I whisper.
The corner of his mouth tips up before he drops his mouth to mine in a breathless kiss. I pull away, needing to breathe, as Killian traces mybody with his mouth, stopping at my bra.
He lifts his head. “If you want to stop, say the word.” I nod, and he groans, nipping the skin close to where my bra rests, and drags his nose between my breasts. The sensation makes my stomach flutter. I reach for his mop of hair, pushing it out of his face as he unhooks the back.
His thick, callused fingers drag across my shoulder blades and up to my shoulders before pushing each strap off, waiting for me to move next.
With a confidence I have never possessed in myself, I grab the bra, tossing it to the side and cover my chest,averting my eyes.
“Little witch,look at me,” he whispers. His eyes turn a shade darkeras hetugs at my wrists. “You have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?”
I shrug.
He grins and kissesmyforehead.“Don’t hide yourself from me.”
I’ve never been this open, this exposed before, and it’s scary, but I feel safe with him. Shivering from his tone, I drop my arms, and his eyes flare with reverence.
“You are utterly stunning, and even as I say that, the word doesn’t feel good enough for you,” he says.
My face burns, and I’m tongue-tied. How do I respond to that?
“Where have you been all my life?” he asks.
I start to say, on the other side of town, but I feel like he’s talking to himself and answering his own question as he drags his fingers over my lips before leaning forward, pressing a kiss on my heart. He moves his lips to my breast, and the combination of his scratchy beard and warm mouth makes my brain short circuit, a shock to my system.
His mouth covers my nipple, and I melt beneath him. He whispers into my skin as he switches to the other, and I can’t hear it because I’m floating. I grab his hair, needing to hold on as his tongue circles.
A moan builds up my throat, and I know I’m done for. There is no coming back from him. I assumed this before, but there is nothing but absolute certainty now.
My body arches with a new, indescribable ache, one that accompanies a needI’ve never experienced before — heavy, full, and dependent.
It’s a hunger I know only hecan satisfy.
It’s a surrendering to my heart, which had been calling for his since my dream.
It is the knowing in my soul that I belong to him. Iwantto belong to him.
I am his even though he can’t be all of mine. Knowing our end, I want all of us, every inch, for a moment in time.
He pulls away with a pop, sliding his hands down my ribs, stopping at my hips, then coming back up to my neck, taking his time. He sucks and licks my body, making every nerve endingexplode as if I’m full of fireworks.
“Why now?” he asks into my skin.
I grab his face so were eye to eye. “Because I want all of you, Killian Lennox, body and soul. I want it all.”
