I tried to regain control of my breathing, my vision orgasm-hazy. He carried me to bed, kissing me hard. He tasted like me, and I shivered at the raw desire shooting through me.
He laid me on the bed and got rid of all of our clothes in a few impatient movements. After sheathing himself in a condom, he spooned me, his hard cock pressing against my backside. Kisses rained down on my neck and shoulders, and I bit my lip at the intimacy of the moment. This didn’t feel like just sex. It felt like more. But all I could do was immerse myself in the lavish attention Killian showered on me.
He gripped my breast and teased it, while his cock drove into my slick depths, filling me and making my breath shudder.
“Fuck, you’re so wet and hot,” he said, his breath fanning against the nape of my neck.
A moan tore from my throat. I’d never been this turned on or in tune with another person before.
Killian moved. And I gripped him, moving my pelvis to match his rhythm as pleasure as thick and sweet as honey flowed through me.
I cried out his name as his hand slipped between my legs and rubbed against my clit. My toes curled, and my mind went empty of everything but the ecstasy shattering through me.
“Emily. My Emily,” Killian said against me as he came.
Every muscle in my body went limp, and I started to slip into sleep. I blinked, tried to resist, but Killian ran his large, hot hand along my arm and kissed behind my ear. “Get some sleep. You’ve been up late for days.”
“But…” Sleep sounded so good. I couldn’t remember why I wanted to resist his suggestion. But something in the back of my mind said I should get up.
“I’m going to hold you. We’re both going to sleep.”
Getting up meant giving up the warm space between his arms. An unbearable thought. I snuggled closer, ignoring the part of my mind that wanted me to go back downstairs.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Emily
I opened my eyes. The bedroom was fairly bright.
Too bright. Mild panic shot through me, but I told myself it couldn’t be that late. The sun was up earlier and earlier these days. I checked the time.
A little after eleven—
Oh shit!
I jumped out of bed. Killian was already gone. Eek! Why didn’t he wake me up?
He came into the room, carrying two mugs. “Morning, sleepyhead.”
The aroma of coffee managed to penetrate the alarms going off in my head. “Okay, you’re forgiven,” I said, taking the proffered mug. Getting upset with him wouldn’t do a thing, and if I was mad at him, it would be weird to accept the coffee.
“Forgiven…?”
“You let me sleep in! It’s late in the day.” I needed to watch the Amazon Kindle chart. Not because staring at it would make a difference. But that was all I could do right now, and I had to do something. It was like a football fan watching his favorite team play in the Super Bowl—staring at each second, wide-eyed and sweaty-fisted, even though he couldn’t do anything about the outcome of the game.
But unlike the fan, I could do something. Dump more money into ads or something, although it’d take at least two or three days before I could see the result.
“You needed the rest,” Killian said. “Don’t you feel a lot better now?”
Why did he have to be right? “Yeah…”
“Besides, what would you have done if you’d gotten up early? You said everything was scheduled to go out automatically.”
I took a sip of coffee. He’d already had at least one cup, so it seemed unfair for me to talk about this without caffeine, even though I did feel much better after a good night’s sleep. “Sit in front of my computer and refresh the screen to see how my book’s doing,” I mumbled. And my fingers were itching to do exactly that, even as I was trying to take in the caffeine I needed to function.
“I’m sure your mom’s doing that. And I did too.”
My mouth dried as nerves jittered. Actually, everything inside me jittered, unsteady and fragile. He didn’t say I’d won the bet. But then, this was just the first day. I should relax for the next two hours—at least—for the Amazon rankings to be updated. And he was right about Mom. She checked how my book was doing even more obsessively than me, so she could have her revenge against Dad vicariously.