“I have no problem with you seeing where I live, Savvy. We can go anytime you’d like.”
I inhaled a shaky breath. “The fake dating… I don’t want to do it anymore.” I’d find another way. I still had the check in my purse, and I couldn’t cash it because the truth was, none of this was fake. I wanted to date Killian.
I’d made a couple grand at the club and paid two months’ rent and my hydro bill so it may take longer to get my dance studio, but I’d get there.
“I’ll be there in five.”
“Killian….” The phone went dead and I sighed, tossing it on the table.
It was less than five minutes before there was a knock on my door as I was opening the fridge for the orange juice.
The door opened, as I hadn’t locked it after David and Roman left, and Killian strode in, coming straight for me. His captivating green eyes read complete possession.
I stood frozen in the open fridge doorway.
He reached me and without hesitation, his hand cupped the back of my neck, and his other gripped my hip then slid upward to my waist under my shirt.
He tilted my head back. “You’re dating me. For real.”
Then his mouth slammed down on mine.
There was nothing polite about it.
Nothing. Not one thing.
We banged into the fridge and something crashed to the floor.
I was so shocked that it took a second before my mouth eased under his. And then my hands were in his hair, and I was dragging him in closer. But he was already as close as he could get.
His fingers tightened painfully in my hair, and his thumb stroked back and forth under my bra strap.
“Savvy,” he murmured against my mouth, and the vibration sent a flare off inside me. “Christ, baby.”
His tongue swept inside my mouth, and I felt his tantalizing piercing. If it felt amazing in my mouth, I could only imagine what it would feel like between my legs.
His kiss devoured. Demanded. And everything in me became his. I was tired of fighting it. I wanted Killian. I wanted to feel him inside me.
He broke away and my face burned from his scruff. But I wanted more. Needed more.
“No more bullshit dating, Savvy,” he reiterated.
“The check… I can’t take the money.”
“You did the work.”
I smiled. “It’s never been work dating you, Killian.” But it kind of was. “It was work resisting you.”
He groaned, eyes flicking to my lips and then slowly back up to meet my eyes. “I want you. All of you.”
My breath hitched. I wasn’t sure exactly what he meant, but it didn’t matter. I wanted Killian inside me, and I was going to get that. “Yes.”
His hands were on my hips as he lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He carried me into my bedroom and tossed me on the bed.
The mattress sagged under his weight as he kneeled on it then straddled me.
He hovered over the top, the long strands of his hair hanging over his right eye. His arms bulged with the black ink, and my eyes shifted to the scales of a dragon that breathed fire into a river with pebbles skipping over the surface.
I ran my hands up his arms then down again.
Our eyes remained locked, and it was timeless. There was nothing else but us. No past. No tomorrow. No hurt nor pain. No defining what we were doing.
Just this.
He bent and nibbled on my lower lip while his hand slid up my inner thigh then stopped, his little finger resting in the curve of my thigh and pelvis.
My sex ached for him to touch me. To be rid of the material between us. But he kept his hand there while his mouth roamed lazily over mine.
His kiss slid to my neck, beneath my ear, nibbled on the lobe and then across my collarbone. And not once did his hand move, driving me crazy as I arched my back to feel his touch harder.
He stopped kissing me and sat up. Then his hands went to his belt and he unbuckled it. Pulling it through the loops before he tossed it beside me. He then reached for my shirt and yanked it over my head.
Within seconds he had my bra off and then his shirt before he undid the buttons on his jeans. I was having a hard time breathing as I watched him.
Every movement poetic—muscles flexing, valleys and hills that ached to be touched and discovered by my fingertips.
My eyes hit the nipple piercing, and I reached up to touch the silver loop. He sucked in his breath, and I smiled, loving that I could do that to him.
I went farther, caressing his chest, the ink that covered almost every inch of him all in black. My mind was unable to take in all the images as they merged over his skin.
He didn’t move as I trailed the tips of my fingers down farther to his abdomen. “You’re striking.”
Cupping my chin, he tilted my head so our eyes met. “You were always meant to be mine, Savvy.”
My breath hitched and my heart skipped a beat.
His mouth came down on mine again. Consuming. Powerful. Intense.
It was Killian, and the man he was and who he’d become.
The storm that had raged inside him, I tasted it in his kiss. The fury and the calm clashing together. But it wasn’t chaos. It was as if each knew the direction it had to go. And within that was the tranquil beauty of who Killian was.
“Savvy.” He pulled back and picked up his belt.
My sex throbbed and ached for him. For more. But the belt I wasn’t so sure about. Mars was right. The gossip was true. Killian was into kinky. I just didn’t know how far he was into it.
“Give me your wrists,” he said gently.
I did as he asked, and he was slow and deliberate as he wrapped his belt around them, snug but not painful. He raised my arms above my head and pressed them into the mattress. “Don’t move.”
My chest rose and fell as he slid his hands down my sides, goose bumps rising behind his touch. When he reached my jeans, he undid them and tugged them off, my panties going with them so I lay naked.
He traced his finger over the subtle red line the rim of my panties had left across my pelvis. “Never wanted anything so fuckin’ bad, orchid.”