Page 62 of Fraud
He didn’t reply but instead pushed the door wide open with a single thrust.
Thrust.
Hopefully, that wouldn’t be the only use for that word tonight.
It was seriously absurd that I could write a sex scene without breaking a sweat, but the act of walking into a man’s motel room caused me to nearly go insane.
“So, what’s up?” he finally asked as I paced around for a few seconds.
I took a deep breath, deciding on the bed for a logical place to sit. Tucking my dress underneath me, I slowly lowered myself, and he joined me.
“I thought we left things a little awkward the last time we were together. I’m sorry if I sort of sprang that bit of information on you. I know it’s—”
“Shocking?” he said, taking the word right out of my mouth.
I nodded, my gaze falling to the floor. “I know; it’s weird.”
“The only reason I find it shocking, Kate, is because I truly can’t fathom why. Did someone hurt you? Are you holding out for marriage? Because, believe me, it’s not for a lack of trying. I’m sure men have been lined up for years.”
I smiled, loving his kind words.
“I didn’t really come here to talk, Killian,” I said, lifting my eyes to his.
Understanding blossomed in his gaze. “You said you wanted to take it slow.”
“I’ve been taking it slow my entire life,” I replied. “I’m ready to see what not taking it slow feels like.”
I could see the indecision written all over him—from the way he looked at me with those dark blue irises almost leaping into my soul and all the way down to his posture, as if he were holding himself back.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
“I’ve never been—”
His mouth was on mine before I got a chance to finish. Red-hot and full of uncontrolled passion.
This was living.
Finally.
