Caroline
I spin around, my eyes wide, cheeks flushed from what I heard earlier and now being caught by him. I should’ve been quicker. Better yet, I should’ve left as soon as I heard him say my name.
“Jesus, Killian! Were you a cat in a past life or a vampire in this one? Make a noise when you move.”
“Giving you time to run away,” he teases, raising an eyebrow.
Shit, how does he know I’m running away? Did he see me? Does he know what I heard? “I’m not running away,” my voice comes out as a squeak.
He takes a step closer and I take one back. Why is he coming closer?
“It seemed like you were running,” he says, taking another step forward. I move back again, trying to put more distance between us. In my haste, I don’t realize that I’ve backed myself into a corner until my back meets the wall.
If Killian comes any closer, I’m going to be trapped between him and the wall.
“Why would I be running?” I ask, trying to save face.
That’s right, just pretend like nothing happened and you didn’t hear anything.
Bracing his hand against the wall, Killian leans down until his mouth hovers inches from mine. “Caroline, you and I both know exactly why you’re running.”
When cornered, false bravado is the way to go. I place my hands on my lips, tilting my head back to look him straight in the eyes.
“I have nothing to be embarrassed about,” I say. “If anyone should be embarrassed, it should be you.”
“Me?” Raising a hand, he sweeps some stray hair off my neck. “Why should I be embarrassed for what I was doing in the privacy of my own bathroom?”
“Because you told me we have to wait for some arbitrary healing process all the while you’re doing that while thinking of me.
” I poke my finger on his chest. Which is gloriously naked, by the way.
He’s wearing nothing but a towel, his wet hair dripping onto his shoulders, water trailing across the hard wall of his chest.
I have the sudden urge to lick it off.
“You’re a tease,” I accuse.
One corner of his mouth lifts up into a smile. “You’re the real tease.”
I scoff indignantly. How dare he accuse me of such a thing? “I’ve never!”
“Oh?” His eyebrows shoot up. “Then I guess I’m the one who’s walking around here in flimsy nightwear, red robes, and cotton nighties that reveal as much as they cover.”
Okay, when he puts it like that, I might be a bit of a tease. I’m not doing it on purpose! I like pretty nightwear and I’ve never had the opportunity to wear it before.
“So, you get to have all the fun and I get nothing?” I ask.
“You can look all you want, I’m not stopping you.”
I do look. I let my eyes trail over his body, taking in all the hard ridges and flat plains.
He’s not built like someone who lives in the gym, but it’s easy to tell how well he takes care of his body.
There’s a date tattooed on his left ribcage and I reach out, letting my hand brush across it.
Killian inhales sharply and my eyes shoot up to his.
Gosh, he’s gorgeous, and he smells delicious. Meanwhile, I probably smell gross and disgusting because I just came back from my run.
“I should go shower,” I say, hurriedly.
Before I can move, Killian puts his hand on the wall on the other side of my head, caging me in. “Not so fast.”
“I’m all sweaty,” I protest.
Leaning down, he kisses the spot beneath my ear, which has me biting off a moan. “I like you sweaty, butterfly.”
“Now you’re teasing me,” I whimper. His mouth trails down my neck, placing small sucking kisses along the way. My heart races in my chest, nipples tightening.
“Your whole existence is a tease. I’m just returning the favor.”
I frown. “Fine, then I’ll just pack up and leave you to enjoy the Tower of Exhau—”
He kisses me before I can complete the thought. I gasp, one hand grabbing his bicep for support, the other flattening on his stomach. His tongue dips into my mouth, and I moan softly. The kiss is unexpected, and the same time, I feel like I’ve been waiting for it for years.
He pulls back just as abruptly, his eyes focused on my lips which still tingle from the kiss.
“What were you saying?”
I lick my lips, eyes on his mouth. What was I saying? “Um, that I should lea—”
His mouth lands on mine again. He’s soft at first and then a little aggressive as his tongue tastes me again. He tastes like mint toothpaste. Killian wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me flush against his hard body. This isn’t the way to win an argument.
I thrust a hand into his hair and pull him back.
We’re both breathing hard, our chests rising and falling rapidly, pressed against each other.
“You can’t make me st—”
This time, I’m already anticipating the kiss. This time when he kisses me, I arch up into him. Our mouths move together in perfect harmony. The kiss is urgent and frantic, like he’s trying to devour my mouth. Gripping my hair, Killian tilts my head to give him better access to my mouth.
I make a sound in the back of my throat between a groan and moan. The hand resting against his stomach moves to his back and I dig my nails in, pulling him closer to him. Something hard and insistent presses against my stomach and it makes my breath stutter.
I can’t believe I’m kissing Killian like this. If teenage me knew this is what she had to look forward to, her whole outlook on life would’ve been different. Adult me is having the thrill of her lifetime as well knowing how hungry and eager Killian is for me.
Killian grips my thighs and lifts, making it easier for me to wrap my legs around his waist. His hard cock presses right against my center and I can’t stop myself from rocking my hips forward. His hard cock presses right against my clit. I release a soft moan.
“Killian.” His name is a breathless cry from my lips.
Killian pulls back from the kiss, his eyes wild with desire, pupils blown wide.
“Say my name just like that, butterfly.”
“Killian,” I moan again.
Killian groans, lowering to kiss my neck. I couldn’t care less that I’m hot and sweaty from running as he sucks on a spot below my ear which has my eyes rolling back. He continues rocking his hips into me in slow, delicious circles which prolong my pleasure.
My belly tightens with need, my pussy aching to be filled. I grab his ass, urging him to go harder. Killian laughs against my neck.
“Needy baby.”
“Well, you’ve kept me waiting,” I grumble.
All that does is make him laugh again. “For your benefit.”
“Never been a fan of delayed gratification.”
“Then you’re not doing it right,” he counters.
Killian pushes a hand under my top and against my bare skin, making my stomach cave. Slowly, he drags it up as he continues kissing my neck.
As his hand meets the tight barrier of my sports bra, he lets out a groan, which makes me laugh.
He pulls back, looking at my mouth with a frown before his mouth lands on mine again, as if he’s eating my laugh.
His hand grabs my left tit, massaging and playing with it while his tongue devours my mouth.
I want all barriers gone between us. His room is only a few steps away but I don’t want him to stop what he’s doing. I’m so close to coming harder than any toy has ever made me come and if he stops now, I’ll never forgive him.
“Are you going to come, butterfly?” Killian groans. “Come all over my cock in the middle of this hallway. I’ll never be able to walk by here without thinking of you and getting hard.”
His tongue licks across the seam of my mouth. “I’ll love painting you like this, needy and desperate, eager to come.”
“If you make me come, I’ll let you paint me however you want,” I promise. I don’t say it only because I’m close to coming, but I mean every word. There’s a strange thrill in being painted by Killian and being the sole focus of his attention.
Heat flares in his eyes. “Be careful what you promise, butterfly. I can get addicted to both.”
“A man addicted to making me come? What a terrible, horrible thing that will be.”
Killian’s eyes hold a challenge. “You say that now, but what will you say when you’re tied to me 24/7 and exhausted from coming all the time?”
His hand leaves my breast and trails down to the waist band of my shorts, pausing briefly. His eyes meet mine, a question in them.
I nod frantically. “Yes, please.”
Dipping his hand into my shorts, he pushes into my underwear. We both moan as his thumb rolls over my clit. I close my eyes, dropping my head back against the wall.
“You’re going to look at me when I make you come, baby,” Killian growls. “Open your eyes.”
I open my eyes and look at him. There’s a possessive look in his eyes which just adds to my state of arousal. He massages my clit and my mouth opens in a silent cry as my stomach flutters and contracts. I grip onto him tighter.
“Come for me like a good girl,” Killian commands. “Let me see what you look like when you give yourself to me.”
His words and his expert thumb have me coming harder than I have in my life. My pussy flutters, contracting around nothing and all I can think is, I can’t wait for the moment when he’s inside me. I groan, my heart beating so fast I can barely hear anything over its roar in my ears.
“The next time you come, it’s going to be on my cock,” Killian says.
His mouth meets mine, swallowing my cries of pleasure.
In the aftermath of the best orgasm of my life to date, we stay in the hallway, catching our breaths. Killian’s face is buried against my neck, hands gripping my waist. I have one arm wrapped around him, the other running through his hair. The world almost seems different from thirty minutes ago.
“I only came up to see if you’d finished my painting,” I say, amused.
Killian chuckles lightly. It makes me realize he’s laughed more today than he has the whole time I’ve been here. Turns out, all I needed to do was pretend to not want him while being wrapped around him.
“Come on,” he says, pulling back. “I’ll show it to you.”