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  He unbuttons my jeans, pulling them over my hips with such force that I think he might tear the fabric right off me. When he slides his fingers down the front of my panties, he growls. "Shit, you're wet. I knew you wanted me. You've been wet for me all along."

  "Shut up," I protest, but it comes out more like a groan as his fingers find my entrance, teasing me. "Only in your dreams."

  Killian chuckles. "You've been thinking about this since I spilled coffee on you at the store."

  He doesn't thrust his fingers inside me. Instead he pauses at my entrance to torment me mercilessly, and I can't think about anything else except how desperately I want his fingers inside me, or how much I want him to strip these jeans off my legs and take me up against the wall, my legs wrapped around him as he thrusts inside me.

  "Tell me you've been thinking about me fucking you," he commands, his breath warm against my ear. His beard brushes against my skin and it sends a shiver up my body. I cling to his muscular arms, my fingers digging into them as I try to focus on what he's saying and not on the fact that what I really want to do right now is rip his clothes off.

  "Fine," I admit. "Yes. I've been thinking about you fucking me, Killian."

  The corners of his lips turn up in a smile. I definitely see it this time, even under the beard. Then he doesn't tease me anymore. He thrusts his fingers inside me in one swift movement until his palm is pressed against my clit. The moan that escapes my lips – far too loud to be normal says everything about how this is the first time I've been touched in years.

  "Have you fingered yourself thinking about my cock inside you?" he asks, his voice gravelly and low. My hand slides down to the button on his jeans but he shakes his head. "Not yet," he says, his fingers stroking me inside, the movement slow and repetitive. I let my hand drift lower to his hardness that presses against the front of his jeans, and my pussy tightens around his fingers, an automatic response to merely feeling the outline of his cock.

  "You didn't answer me," he whispers. He presses his fingers against the most sensitive place inside me, his eyes on mine as he brings me higher and higher. I can't think about anything when he's doing what he's doing with his fingers except how badly I want him naked against me.

  "Yes."

  He groans his response, cupping my breast in his hand and thumbing my nipple as he works his magic with his other hand. I hear myself whimper again, a desperate, needy sound that's so unlike me.

  "It's been so long since you've been touched, hasn't it?" he asks, his hand sliding away from my breast and up to the back of my head, fingers threading through my hair. "And you want me to make you come so badly."

  "Yes." My eyes are fixed on his, and the lust on his face and his desire for me makes me wetter.

  "I haven't been able to stop thinking about being inside you since the second I met you," he says. "The last time I kissed you, I barely made it home before I had to jerk off thinking about what I wanted to do to you. I'm going to make you come here on my fingers, and then I'm going to fuck you on the counter right in the middle of this kitchen. And then I want you in my bed."

  The way he speaks the filthy words, the thought of him jerking off while he fantasized about me, sends me straight over the edge. I come with the intensity of someone who hasn't been touched by a man in years, screaming my orgasm far more loudly than I should in the middle of the store. Killian covers my mouth with his and I scream into it as heat surges through me with the intensity of a tidal wave.

  I'm still coming, my pussy still tightening around his fingers, when a voice calls from behind us.

  "Knock, knock! Delivery!"

  17

  Killian

  Fuck. Well, now I'm going to have to murder a delivery guy.

  I pull my lips away from Lily's as her eyes fly wide open, her pussy still throbbing around my fingers. I can't remember ever being as pissed off in my life as I am right now at the fact that a damn delivery guy interrupted the first orgasm I've given this woman.

  Lily stands there, topless with her jeans pulled halfway down her hips and my fingers lodged firmly inside her, a horrified expression on her face.

  I shield her with my body while shouting. "Get the hell out of here!"

  "Give me a minute and I'll come sign for it!" Lily calls.

  I hesitate for a second because frankly, my fingers are still inside of her and I don't want to take them out.

  "Hurry," she whispers, slapping my hand. "He went to his truck. Grab my clothes."

  I groan my displeasure, reluctantly sliding my fingers from her. I pick up her shirt and bra from their crumpled pile on the floor and hand them to her. "I'm going to finish what we started," I promise.

  Lily grins as she pulls the t-shirt over her head. When she shakes her hair, it tumbles over her shoulders in waves. This time when she walks across the kitchen to sign for the delivery, it's more seductive than before, her hips swaying. I swear her orgasm is evident in every move she makes right now, and it makes me want to make her come a thousand more times. When the delivery guy returns with his clipboard for the signature, he doesn't make eye contact with either of us.

  "Leave it outside," I growl.

  "Killian!" Lily admonishes me. When he's gone, she whirls around, facing me. "You scared my delivery guy."

  "Be glad that's all I did. That motherfucker might have gotten a look at your tits."

  Lily laughs. The sound is light, lighter than anything I've heard from her since we met, and I can't help but smile. She stands in front of me with her hand on her hip, the way she does when she's angry with me, except she's not. She has a flush on her cheeks, a post-orgasm glow that makes her look even sexier than usual, and the sight makes me want to rip her clothes off right this instant.

  Her gaze drops lower, and she brings a hand to her swollen lips. "Oh my God," she whispers. "You're still…"

  "Hard? Yeah."

  Lily steps closer to me, and I smell her perfume. Or her shampoo. Whatever it is, I swear it makes me even harder. "You were hard when the delivery guy came in."

  "I want you. Getting interrupted doesn't change that."

  She looks up at me, her eyes half-lidded. "Killian." She whispers my name, her hand palming my cock through my jeans.

  I groan at her touch, even through the fabric of my jeans. It's her touch I've been fantasizing about. "Lily."

  Her fingers fumble with the button on my pants, her eyes on mine. My cock jumps at the thought of her hand on my cock, pulling me from my jeans. And her mouth. Then she pauses. "I… " Her voice trails off. "I haven't done this in a… a long time."

  Shit.

  Even though I suspected as much, hearing the words come out of her mouth sends a surge of guilt through me. She's been hurt; it's written all over her; and she hasn't done this in a long time.

  I can't just throw her up against a wall and fuck her.

  She catches the look on my face. "I didn't mean that I don't want to," she whispers. "I'm just – I don't know what I'm saying." She starts to unzip my jeans and I grab her wrist.

  "Don't." I'm irritated with the fact that she's not sure and still unzipping my pants like she feels like she owes me something. When her eyes go wider, surprised at my response, I yank her to me, my hardness against her leg. My cock twitches at the sensation of her body on mine, and I groan.

  "I want to –"

  "Bullshit. You're not sure. I can see it in your eyes. You think I'm going to fuck you like that? Or stick my cock down your throat because I want to get off?"

  Her face colors and I know I'm right. She inhales sharply, her bottom lip between her teeth. "I'm not a cocktease."

  That word, coming out of her mouth…I groan low in my throat. Fuck, I want to hear her say it again. "Yeah you are. You're my cocktease." I press my hardness against her for emphasis.

  "I'm not anyone's anything," she protests, but she doesn't try to pull her wrist from my hand, nor does she step away from me - even though she could. Instead, she runs her tongue ove