Page 120 of Fifth Avenue Fling

“Let me show you how sorry I am about tonight, beautiful.”

Every atom of my body shivers in anticipation as he gently lays me down on the bed. My arousal is so strong I’m almost embarrassed.

I try to sit up, clumsily reaching for the top of his trousers. I need him naked.

“Not so fast,”hegrowlsas he climbs onto the bedand grabs my wrists,trappingmeinhisembrace.

My hands slide over his toned chest as I impatiently squirm beneath him.

He gently inches my dress up above my waist and over my head, murmuring, “Sorry, baby,” when my hair gets caught in the fabric.

I suck in a deep breath. I can’t wait any longer. I’ve needed this since the night he left me standing with my dress bunched up around my waist.

“What the hell are these?”

I freeze at his surprised tone and follow his line of sight down to where the tummy control shapewear clings to me like a second skin.

Uh-oh.

“Don’t worry about those; they just help flatten everything out. Take ’em off.”

He slides them down my stomach, and his eyes widen when he sees how tight they are. “Clodagh, these aren’t good for you. You have red marks on your stomach.” He bends down to kiss my stomach softly. “I don’t know what you mean by ‘flattening out’, but I do know you don’t need it.”

I don’t know whether to swoon or die of mortification.

“Yeah, yeah,” I say awkwardly. “Can we get back to what we were doing?”

He chuckles quietly and unhooks my bra.

Now I’m completely exposed and his for the taking.

What are you waiting for?

I spread my legs, willing him to climb on top of me.

TAKE ME.

Killian has other ideas.

“This time will be slower,” he murmurs, talking to himself as much as me.

He gently spreads my legs, and his eyes roam over me from above with a look so predatory, tiny shivers erupt over my body.

He starts at my mouth, kissing me slow and deep, then travels down at a torturous pace. Down my neck and across my collarbone to my breasts. My nipples are so hard it hurts.

I moan out in pleasure and instinctively arch my back as he takes my nipple in his mouth. I grip the back of his neck, my fingers entwined in his thick locks of hair as he teases one breast and then the other with his tongue.

Then he’s on the move again, his beautiful mouth trailing kisses down my stomach, delivering chills across my skin until his stubble tickles above my clit.

“Wait, Killian.” I put my hand on his face before he can travel farther and clamp my legs against his shoulders. “There’s no point in doing that.”

This makes him freeze. He blinks up at me, bewildered. “No point?”

“I, uh, don’t find it easy to come that way,” I say in a small voice.“It neverworkedwith my ex.”

“Never?” He searches my face, and a wave of regret washes over me as I realize I said too much.

I shake my head slowly, my cheeks burning.

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