I almost dropped the box. “Geez, you scared me.”
Killian walked closer with an expression that was halfway between amusement and confusion. A teasing gleam shone in his bright blue eyes. “Yeah, because you were too busy sniffing rubbers to notice someone coming in.”
My face heated. He didn’t have to make me sound like a perv. “I was trying to see if they smelled like chocolate.”
His nose wrinkled. “Do they?”
“I don’t know.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Seriously?”
“I’m not sniffing them again.” I put the box back on the table. “Do they taste like chocolate?”
He laughed. “I have no idea. Not that flexible.”
“What do you mean—” Then it hit me. “Oh for…”
He laughed again. “Dev stuck that box in my bag after our last tour.”
“Why?”
“Because he’s a weirdo? But they came in handy last night.” He smiled, then started to move onto the bed, on his knees and hands, his eyes gleaming.
My gaze flicked between his legs. I could tell even with boxers that he was hard as hell. I was growing wet in response.
He stripped and sheathed himself in one of the so-called chocolate-flavored condoms. I watched the whole quick process, anticipation pooling.
“Don’t worry. I’m not going to make you eat the rubber,” he joked. “I have a much better idea.”
He kissed me. It was slow and leisurely, a kiss of a man savoring the final bite of a delicious dessert. And I matched it, a liquid heat spreading through me.
He moved his mouth slowly down my body, layering sweet, gentle kisses on my neck, my chest. He licked my nipple, then watched the glistening tip with a wicked satisfaction. “I knew you had great tits the day you came over to tell me to be quiet.”
I looked at him curiously.
“You didn’t have a bra on, and your nipples were pointed right at me. I’ll never forget how hot that was.”
Oops. I had no idea. I’d thought I had everything that needed to be on. My cheeks grew warm as I thought back on the scene and the sight I must’ve made. It was a miracle that Killian remembered I was angry about his drums that day.
But the embarrassment dissipated when he pulled the nipple into his mouth then used his tongue and teeth to make me cry out in bliss. Patient torture seemed to be the theme of the morning as he moved to the other nipple and subjected it to the same exquisite torment. My breathing went ragged as pleasure pulled me deeper into the magic he was creating. He was careful to take me with him into its warm center, and I’d never felt this close to another person before.
He moved his hands under me, cupping my ass then squeezing. He buried himself deep inside, pushing easily into my wet flesh. I let out a soft sigh. He was moving so slowly that I could feel everything—every inch, every little change of the angle, every little twitch of his cock.
A plateau of pleasure shimmered, just out of reach, as he continued to drive into me lazily, like he had all the time and patience in the world, while my heart cantered endlessly, driving toward him, and desire pulsed and grew steadily within me. With supreme focus, he tilted my pelvis, and each thrust sent a jolt through me. But it wasn’t enough to push me over. I needed more speed. And him touching my clit. I’d never been able to come with just vaginal stimulation.
“Killian,” I said, my voice low and needy. “I wouldn’t mind too bad if you want to go faster.”
“Do you want to come?” He somehow sounded taut, amused and affectionate all at once.
“Don’t you?”
“I can wait.”
I debated for a moment. He’d drive me crazy like this all morning if I didn’t tell him exactly what I wanted, but I wasn’t used to giving orders in bed. Mainly because my previous partners had pouted—are you saying I’m not doing it right?—or had some creative interpretation and failed to give me what I wanted. Or it could be that they’d been physically incapable.
But Killian’s dark blue eyes invited me to tell him what I needed, and he moved his body in a tantalizing way, as though trying to tell me he could give me whatever I wanted.
“I want to come,” I said finally, a breath shuddering out of me.