"No?" I reach for a foil wrapper in my back pocket before yanking my jeans down my hips. We’re both clean, but I don’t ask if she wants me bare. It seems too presumptuous somehow.
"Now, Killian," she demands and I practically come imagining her speaking those words when I'm inside her. I roll the condom onto my length, my jeans pooled around my legs, and pull her to the edge of the counter, her skirt up to the top of her thighs, * barely visible under the edge of the fabric.
"Tell me what you want, Lily," I say, reaching between her legs. She's soaked, wetness on her inner thighs. "Not my fingers?"
When she speaks, her voice is breathy, her words punctuated by sharp inhales as she pulls me to her. When I bring my cock to her entrance, she slides her hands to the back of my neck, her forehead against mine. "I want your cock," she whispers. "I want you to fuck me now, and fuck me hard."
"Shit, Lily." My hand on her ass, I slide her toward me. I don't bother saying anything else, because I don't want to have a conversation with this woman anymore. I want to fuck her senseless.
So that's what I do. I enter her, slowly at first, until she angles her hips against me, demanding more. She's warm and wet and so tight that I think I'm going to lose my mind as I move inside her with long strokes that are harder while she wraps her legs around my waist.
"Killian," she moans, the sound low under her breath. Her * tightens around me as I bring her higher and higher.
"Is this what you wanted?" I ask. "You've been thinking about me inside you?"
"Yes," she breathes. Her nails dig into the back of my neck as she holds onto me, her thighs clamping me tighter as I drive into her over and over until she's panting. I talk to her, telling her all of the dirty things I want to do to her, until I'm too incoherent to form words any longer and she's only repeating my name.
"I'm going to co –" she whispers, but she doesn't get out the words before she does. I cover her mouth with mine as her * contracts around my cock, greedily demanding everything from me.
My balls clench and I let go, coming inside her in one furious thrust, letting go all of the pent-up frustration I've had with this woman. Her breath is short, her breasts still heaving when she looks up at me, hair disheveled, and grins. "I needed that."
"You needed that? Oh, hell. Just wait, darlin’. I just got started."
26
Lily
I take him upstairs and direct him to my room while I check on Chloe. She's curled up in her bed, her bedspread pulled up to her neck the way she always sleeps. I touch the back of my hand to her forehead. No fever. She doesn't stir; once the kid is out, she sleeps like the dead. But just in case, I flick on her white noise machine.
Then I tiptoe quietly to my bedroom where Killian is waiting. My heart pounds its rhythm in my chest, nervous anticipation overshadowing everything else. I shouldn't be nervous. All of my inhibitions should be gone after fucking him on the counter of the bathroom. And sitting on his face in my bakery. And wrapping my lips around his cock in broad daylight outside of his house.
Hell, I think I might have ditched inhibition a long time ago.
Still, when I see Killian standing there in my bedroom, his clothes discarded on the seat of the armchair by the window, my heart flutters. Having him in my bedroom is different than being in the bakery. Or at his house. Or in the bathroom downstairs.
This feels much more intimate. It is much more intimate. Killian Saint is in my bedroom, my personal space. This might be too much, too soon, for me.
"What's that look?" Killian asks.
"What look?"
"You had a look."
"This is my normal look."
"Nope. I've not seen that look before."
"Well, you just don't know all of my looks."
"I believe that." His eyes, dark and deep, search mine. "Is this too weird?"
"Weird?" My voice comes out an octave higher than it usually sounds. "What would be weird about it?"
“Are you okay with having me here?"
I exhale heavily. "Chloe is down the hall, and it's well, she hasn't met anyone. I mean, I haven't brought anyone home. Like a guy. She hasn’t met anyone I’ve been with. I mean, not that I’m with you. We’re not together-together or anything. We’re just friends. Kind of. I mean, considering you just had your penis inside me, it’s weird to say we’re just friends. Dear God, I can’t stop talking."
"Yeah, now it's getting weird," Killian says, his tone serious. But he steps forward, drawing close to me, his hardness brushing gently against my leg as he pulls me into him.
"Oh, shut up."
"And now we're back to normal."
"Not quite," I say, sliding my hand around his waist and over his muscular ass.
He grinds his hardness into me. "You're right. That's much better."