Killian: A West Bend Saints Romance Read online

  "Shit, Lily." My hand on her ass, I slide her toward me. I don't bother saying anything else, because I don't want to have a conversation with this woman anymore. I want to fuck her senseless.

  So that's what I do. I enter her, slowly at first, until she angles her hips against me, demanding more. She's warm and wet and so tight that I think I'm going to lose my mind as I move inside her with long strokes that are harder while she wraps her legs around my waist.

  "Killian," she moans, the sound low under her breath. Her pussy tightens around me as I bring her higher and higher.

  "Is this what you wanted?" I ask. "You've been thinking about me inside you?"

  "Yes," she breathes. Her nails dig into the back of my neck as she holds onto me, her thighs clamping me tighter as I drive into her over and over until she's panting. I talk to her, telling her all of the dirty things I want to do to her, until I'm too incoherent to form words any longer and she's only repeating my name.

  "I'm going to co –" she whispers, but she doesn't get out the words before she does. I cover her mouth with mine as her pussy contracts around my cock, greedily demanding everything from me.

  My balls clench and I let go, coming inside her in one furious thrust, letting go all of the pent-up frustration I've had with this woman. Her breath is short, her breasts still heaving when she looks up at me, hair disheveled, and grins. "I needed that."

  "You needed that? Oh, hell. Just wait, darlin’. I just got started."

  26

  Lily

  I take him upstairs and direct him to my room while I check on Chloe. She's curled up in her bed, her bedspread pulled up to her neck the way she always sleeps. I touch the back of my hand to her forehead. No fever. She doesn't stir; once the kid is out, she sleeps like the dead. But just in case, I flick on her white noise machine.

  Then I tiptoe quietly to my bedroom where Killian is waiting. My heart pounds its rhythm in my chest, nervous anticipation overshadowing everything else. I shouldn't be nervous. All of my inhibitions should be gone after fucking him on the counter of the bathroom. And sitting on his face in my bakery. And wrapping my lips around his cock in broad daylight outside of his house.

  Hell, I think I might have ditched inhibition a long time ago.

  Still, when I see Killian standing there in my bedroom, his clothes discarded on the seat of the armchair by the window, my heart flutters. Having him in my bedroom is different than being in the bakery. Or at his house. Or in the bathroom downstairs.

  This feels much more intimate. It is much more intimate. Killian Saint is in my bedroom, my personal space. This might be too much, too soon, for me.

  "What's that look?" Killian asks.

  "What look?"

  "You had a look."

  "This is my normal look."

  "Nope. I've not seen that look before."

  "Well, you just don't know all of my looks."

  "I believe that." His eyes, dark and deep, search mine. "Is this too weird?"

  "Weird?" My voice comes out an octave higher than it usually sounds. "What would be weird about it?"

  “Are you okay with having me here?"

  I exhale heavily. "Chloe is down the hall, and it's well, she hasn't met anyone. I mean, I haven't brought anyone home. Like a guy. She hasn’t met anyone I’ve been with. I mean, not that I’m with you. We’re not together-together or anything. We’re just friends. Kind of. I mean, considering you just had your penis inside me, it’s weird to say we’re just friends. Dear God, I can’t stop talking."

  "Yeah, now it's getting weird," Killian says, his tone serious. But he steps forward, drawing close to me, his hardness brushing gently against my leg as he pulls me into him.

  "Oh, shut up."

  "And now we're back to normal."

  "Not quite," I say, sliding my hand around his waist and over his muscular ass.

  He grinds his hardness into me. "You're right. That's much better."

  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.

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