My nervousness begins to melt away, quickly replaced by lust as Killian pins me against him. "Much better," I repeat as he yanks my cotton skirt down my hips. He slips my shirt over my head, undressing me quickly and tossing my clothing on the floor.
When he kisses me this time, it's not like before when it was frantic and primal. This time, he cups my face in his palms, bringing his lips down lightly on mine. He kisses me, his tongue probing and exploring like we have all the time in the world. I don't know how long he kisses me. It could be hours for all I know, but when he pulls away from me, all of the nervousness and all of the worry about having Killian here – or what to call us – melts away. I'm practically putty in his hand and he knows it.
And by the way he looks at me, his eyes dark and hungry, I think he feels the same.
"Lily." He speaks my name, his voice thick as he presses his hardness against me. "This is what you do to me. Do you know how hard it is for me to think about anything else when I'm around you? The only thing I can think about is how badly I want to be inside you."
"You were just inside me.”
He slides his hands under my ass, and I have to bite my lip to keep from shrieking in surprise as he lifts me up off the ground and carries me to the bed, depositing me gently on my back on the white comforter. I sink into the mountain of pillows on the bed. "I know. But I told you that was nothing compared to what I want to do to you."
"What do you want to do to me?" I whisper.
He climbs over me, his cock grazing my pelvis, and I arch my hips slightly like some kind of involuntary reflex. “I want to make you come over and over.” Then his eyes settle behind me as he reaches for a pillow and tosses it to the floor. “But first, I want to get rid of – how many damn pillows are on this bed?”
“I don’t know. Ten?”
“Ten pillows?” Another one hits the floor.
“I usually put them on that bench by the window,” I chide.
“If I did that, I’d have to climb out of this bed, and I couldn’t hover over you the way I’m doing right now. And that would be a damned shame.” He lowers his hips, brushing his erection over my pelvis again as he throws another pillow, narrowly missing the bench by the window.
“I’d rather you stay where you are.” I palm his cock, watching as it springs to life under my hand.
“Not so fast.” He slides down me, his lips grazing my collarbone, then down over my breasts. I moan softly at the sensation of his tongue on my skin. This time, when his tongue circles each nipple, it’s like a gentle caress – one that I don’t want to ever stop. “I told you, I want to make you come again and again. I want to take my time with you.”
"Then you should do that," I tell him. "But don't take your time."
Killian laughs, the sound low in his throat as he reaches between my legs, his fingers slipping easily inside. Almost immediately, he finds the spot inside me that practically makes my toes curl. "You're demanding," he notes. "Why am I not surprised?"
"I'm not demanding," I whisper back. "But if you keep touching me the way you’re touching me right now, you're going to make me come in no time flat."
"Good," he says, grinning, "because if you think I'm going to be finished with you in one shot, you're mistaken."
"You can't ruin me. You’re not allowed," I murmur as his thumb presses against my clit, in exactly the right spot as he slowly strokes me inside. "I have to be able to walk. I have a business, you know."
"Look at me, cupcake," he orders when I let my eyelids close just for a second. He corrects himself. “Lily.”
"Mmm-hmm." When he looks at me, lust in his eyes, the way he's doing now, it pushes me so close to the edge that I think I'm going to explode. I run my hand over his chest, willing him to bring himself closer to me, to enter me.
"Tomorrow, when you're walking around, I want you to still feel me between your legs. I want you sore and empty and aching for me inside you."
"Oh, God." I whisper the words, already too far gone to be more eloquent than that.
"You're going to have to let go, Lily. You’re going to have to come for me, because I want to feel you come on my fingers before you come on my cock."
"Killian," I warn, because I'm veering too close to the edge.
"Don't worry. I’m going to take you again. I'm going to take you in every possible way. Every part of you is going to be mine.”
I should object. I should protest the fact that this mountain man thinks he can somehow stake his claim on me.
In fact, my lips start to form the words. You don't own me, is what I want to say. Except I don't say that. Instead, my brain somehow short-circuits and my body takes over. Instead, I hear myself groan the words, "Fuck me."