Chapter 6

Killian clicked a built-in switch above our heads and the wrought iron gates opened into a different world. He hadn't touched or looked at me since his vocabulary demise. It was disconcerting, but I thought he might have some idea of the literal puddle I was sitting in. By not talking, he was looking out for the best interest of his car.

He drove up the long driveway, clicked another control, and drove straight into the monstrous garage. I had just enough time to notice a huge truck and little else.

"Don't touch that door."

My hand had automatically lifted to the handle. There was something to be said for his manners when it came to gentlemanly behavior, but he negated it with his commands.

Like I really cared!

He opened my door, grasped my hand and walked me through the door into his home. Again, I had little time to appreciate the details because he pulled me past the kitchen, an entertainment room, took me around a corner, down a long hallway and into his bedroom. It was a huge house, but I had no doubt this was his room because his incredible scent permeated the air.

My eyes immediately went to one of the largest beds I'd ever seen then back to Killian. He stopped, released my hand, turned my way and looked deeply into my eyes without saying a word.

I began to grow self-conscious, but then his hand came out and his fingers grazed the side of my head. At the same time, his thumb skimmed across my cheek, sending shivers clear to my toes. I watched him exhale a long breath and ever so slowly move into me. His other hand came up and he seized my lips with his. It was like the first kiss, but much more earth shattering. He slowly explored my mouth, causing my pulse to accelerate. His tongue dipped and teased, discovered and demanded. No one had ever kissed me like this.

My feminine core screamed for attention as the kiss continued. I sighed into his mouth, but he wouldn't take the hint and just kept his fingers in my hair and his palms on my jaw. My hands came up to his biceps and I gave a small squeeze that he probably didn't feel. The strength in his arms turned my sigh into a moan, causing him to release my lips and move an inch back.

"We should talk," his silken voice purred.

Maybe for once in my life honesty would pay off. "I don't want to talk."

I saw his dimples flash and before I knew what happened he pulled the hem of my t-shirt over my head. He took a moment to gaze at my tank-top tan line and my pink bra. His dimples grew more pronounced. His hands came up and his thumbs slid down inside the bra cups, grazing my nipples. He suddenly jerked them to the side and slightly down, startling me as my small breasts came free.

"Heaven," he breathed against my naked flesh as his head bent and he took one nipple into his mouth.

I went to my tiptoes, awash in pleasure, and wasn't sure if my legs would hold me up. Like he'd done to my mouth, he leisurely worshipped my breasts. I sank my hands into his sable hair, so soft and divinely perfect. He turned us slightly, but never took his mouth off my breast. I followed his lead, walking backward until I felt the mattress against the back of my legs. My breast slipped from his lips as he nudged me to sit.

And thenoh fucking my.

Killian pulled his shirt over his head and flung it to the floor.

He stood still, and his heavy breathing filled the room. I admired every ripple of muscle I could see. Killian MacGregor was Merriam-Webster's definition of mouth-watering perfection. His chest was a trail of shadows and muscles from shoulders to abs. I wanted to lick every ripped line.

"Take your bra off." His eyes feasted on my breasts.

With a mind of their own, my hands traveled to my back to unhook my bra. But then, a small spark of modesty reared its head because my breasts were misshaped by the pulled-back cups. Placing my hands behind me would only accent how ridiculous I thought they looked.

A low rumble came from his throat and his dimples disappeared. "You think too much. Take it off."

I needed the heat of passion to get past my insecurities, but he stood there waiting, expecting me to do just as he ordered.

My hands went behind me again and his eyelids lowered slightly as his gaze continued to admire my chest. I unclipped the strap and pulled my arms forward, relieving the awkward pressure from the cups and took off my bra.

His eyes sizzled. "Beautiful."

For the first time in my life I didn't feel inadequate. He left no doubt that he believed what he said, but more than that, I believed him.

"Lie back for me." He didn't touch me with anything but his thick voice, and his words sizzled clear to my toes.

I sank back into the softest comforter in the world. I took a quick intake of air when he grasped my foot. My shoe went flying behind him. A long caress slithered over my calf before he released my foot and lifted my right ankle. He left a scorching trail along my leg, sending molten energy straight to my clit. He slowly lowered my leg, bringing his hands to the fastening of my capris. His fingers glided down my legs, hooking my panties in the same movement. I was bare in no time.

His voice dripped with red-hot need. "Fuck, I want to look at you for hours, but I'm done being nice. You ready, Legs?"

Speech was completely beyond me, but I managed a smile, which he took as a yes because his pants and boxer briefs dropped to the floor. I had only a few seconds to admire his full erection before his body covered mine.

"Wrap your legs around my hips."

I was past caring that he demanded everything, and was ready to follow any direction he gave. My legs circled him and he picked up my body. On his knees, he scooted me back a few feet on the bed. He made it seem effortless. All thought left my muddled brain when he said, "Drop your legs."

My feet went to the mattress and his fingers went to my pussy. He delved through the folds, exploring the slick, swollen contours, pulling back the lips as his body slid down mine. I couldn't help my gasp for breath when his mouth found just my clit. My feet dug in and my ass lifted off the bed. His firm hand slid to my abs and pushed my hips back down onto the comforter. His eyes- oh god his eyes, looked directly into mine with intensity. But it didn't stop me from feeling embarrassed. The back of my head hit the pillow at the same time I tightly closed my eyes.

"On your elbows. Watch me."

His hot breath fluttered across my pussy, sending shivers over my sensitized flesh. Ever so lightly his teeth pulled on my clit and I practically flew to my forearms.

"You're thinking again, Legs. Just feel-and watch." His voice did as much damage to my control as his lips were doing.

He sucked the entire mass of nerves past his teeth. His hand remained on my stomach, adding slight pressure to keep my lower half against the bed. While breathing erratically, I watched him release my clit and slide the tip of his tongue through the same folds his fingers discovered.

I was incredibly close to the fastest orgasm of my life when his hand left my stomach and two fingers slid inside. There was no resistance as the wetness welcomed his entry. I couldn't help myself- my arms slid down, my head fell back and the moan that escaped my lips sounded like a wounded animal. I was past caring, because my legs quivered while pulsing heat encompassed every nerve ending between my thighs, centering in my clit. Writhing spasms left me gasping for breath, while the most exquisite orgasm of my life poured through me.

Killian moved up my body before it ended and his lips met minewarm, insistent. He drank in the endless involuntary sounds I made as the vibrations continued. He pulled away and I vaguely registered the crinkle of a condom wrapper.

Moments later, my muscles clenched around the slow, thick glide of his cock. He filled me completely before sliding nearly out. My whimper of protest earned me a deep, sexy command.

"Legs around my hips," he ground out.

I wrapped them around his backside, tilting my pelvis up. With his hands on my hips, he drove in deep and the world exploded again.

Oh my fucking my.