Killian pulls me into the bathroom where he strips off my dress and cleans every inch of me in his expansive shower, my back against his and his body pressed against mine as his hands roam over me.
"This is not what I expected for a cabin." The bathroom is huge, with log walls like the rest of the cabin but with a steam shower and huge bathtub and more space than one person could possibly need. "Did you really do all of this yourself?"
Killian snorts. "Of course I did."
"Of course I did," I say, mocking him. "You made this whole entire bathroom?"
"It wasn't that hard." He shrugs nonchalantly as he turns off the shower, reaching for a fluffy white towel from the teak towel bar and wrapping me up in it.
"You have a teak towel holder. I don't even have a teak towel holder."
"What? Just 'cause I live in a cabin doesn't mean it has to be a total shithole."
"If I open one of those cabinets, am I going to find rows of hair products?" I tease. "You're secretly super high-maintenance, aren't you?"
"Fuck no, woman." He gives me a disgusted look and shivers exaggeratedly before bending down and throwing me over his shoulder before I can react.
"What are you doing?" I squeal as he rips my towel off and tosses it on the floor. "I'm shivering!"
He slaps my bare ass. "Don't worry. I'll warm you up." I protest halfheartedly, but stop, mostly because I want to know exactly what he has in mind when it comes to warming me up.
He carries me out of the bathroom, down the hallway, and through the kitchen to the living room, but he doesn't wait until he reaches that destination to slide his fingers between my legs. He does it as we're walking, teasing me with his fingertips, brushing my * lips as we move. I can't believe how much I'm turned on by being slung over his shoulder like this, carried off by this caveman who slaps my ass and calls me woman.
He pauses with me on his shoulder when we reach the living room. "Are you going to put me down?" I ask.
"I'm not sure," he admits, his voice gruff, "because judging by how wet you are, I think you like being bent over like this."
I bite my lip, stifling my whimper. Then he slides me down his naked body, his hardness already more than obvious.
"Tease," I say.
Killian walks over to the fireplace mantel and picks up a remote, pressing a button and igniting a fire.
"Of course you have a remote-controlled fireplace," I say, laughing.
"I told you, I upgraded shit when I rebuilt this place."
"When you made this cabin into your swingin' bachelor pad?"
"In my defense, the remotes are really due to my general laziness."
“You’re a man with a cabin in the woods with a remote-controlled gas fireplace and a spa bathroom."
He shrugs. “I have a fire pit outside. I don’t need all that wood-smoke smell in the house.”
“You’re an interesting mountain man, Killian Saint.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment." He slides his hands around my lower back, pulling me against his cock before bringing his mouth down on mine. My body responds the way it always seems to when he kisses me – with heat that surges through me like I'm on fire, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, until I'm more than ready for him to take me.
Then he pulls away, spinning me around before I can even register what he's doing, his mouth near my ear as his hands roam their way over my breasts, fingers pulling and pinching my nipples as he kisses his way under my earlobe and down the side of my neck. If I thought my knees were going to buckle before, they're certainly going to buckle now that he sweeps my hair over and kisses his way to the nape of my neck, his teeth dragging on my skin and sending a rush of goose bumps over my body.
"You liked it when I had you over my shoulder, didn't you?" he whispers.
I murmur my response.
"You liked it when my fingers were between your legs." He doesn't ask because he already knows the answer. Yes, always yes. His hand slides down, his fingertips pressing against my already swollen clit as he tweaks my nipple between his fingers until I'm throbbing and ready.
Killian guides the tip of his cock between my legs, his shaft against my *. "You're so wet," he whispers. "I want my cock coated in your wetness."
"Please, yes," I beg. "Please." I bend forward, demonstrating exactly how much I want him by arching my back so he can get better access to me.
He presses his bare cock against my entrance, then pulls away with a groan. "Let me get a condom."
I shake my head. "No."
"No?"
"I'm clean, you're clean, and I'm on the pill."
"Shit, Lily. Are you sure?" His voice sounds strained.
"I'm sure," I say as he spins me around to face him. "I want to feel you bare inside me."
He groans loudly, his palms on the side of my face, fingers half-pulling my hair as he brings his mouth down on mine, his kiss fierce and unforgiving. I wrap my hand around his shaft, my * throbbing as I hold this powerful man who can't seem to get enough of me.
"I'm going to take you to bed and–"