When we got to Killian's house, he took me out back to his humungous swimming pool. I hadn't packed my suit and looked around for a way out.

"You won't need it," he said with a sexy leer, obviously guessing what caused my anxiety.

He stripped me down, then himself, and pulled my hand until the water surrounded us. It was perfect. He began swimming laps while I leaned back on a rounded step and watched.

Maybe he was a nudist. I'd never known anyone so comfortable in their naked skin. I admired his arms as he ate up the length of the pool, turned around, and repeated the process. I lost count of his laps and just enjoyed the pool's cool water and my favorite pair of arms in the entire world. His naked ass propelling through the water wasn't bad either.

Eventually, those big powerful arms brought him to me. He circled my hips and lifted me half out of the pool. My palms rested on his shoulders as he held me up. For the first time, outside of me being above him in bed, I looked down at Killian MacGregor.

He was undeniably glorious.

Water dripped from his long eyelashes and streams trailed down his face and chest. His eyes stayed on mine as he lowered me, ever so slowly, with just the strength of his arms. I was Tinker Bell again. He stood me on the second step with his feet at pool level.

"Mmm. I like this," he said in that husky, sexy voice of his.

His mouth, now even with my breast, sucked me in. Not just the nipple, but as much of my breast as he could. No man had ever done that, and the feeling was incredibly erotic. My head went back and a low moan escaped from my throat. He switched sides and I moaned again. His mouth released my breast and I looked down. He stared at me as his tongue twirled around my nipple. He played, sucked, teased, and watched me the entire time.

I decided somewhere in the back of my brain to have my first orgasm with breast stimulation only. Actually, Killian decided. He pulled me a little closer so my chin rested on the top of his head. I circled my legs around his hips. He sucked my full breast in again and a cry left my throat as my pussy zinged inside and out.

He held me close until my body returned to normal, or as normal as it could with my legs wrapped around Killian's bare hips.

"Better," he said against my skin after tilting me back and lowering his head.

"Better?" I asked, still woozy from my orgasm.

"I like hearing you make noise." He kissed my abs, flicking his tongue over my flesh and making me shiver all over again from his touch.

I still felt embarrassed over his comment about me making noise.

"Truth. What are you thinking?"

I shifted back and his intense eyes stared into mine.

Honesty apparently mattered with him. "That you make me feel uncomfortable when you say things like that."

"Good."

I wouldn't do it. I would not do it. "Good?" Damn it.

"You need to let go and stop thinking so much when I'm fucking you."

He pulled me off the step against his chest and kissed me, softening his words. Every time his lips met mine felt better than the last. He worked my mouth like he worked my body.

In fifth grade, I was five foot nine inches tall. Taller than every teacher I'd ever had. I was awkward, gangly, and homely as hell. The girls didn't play with me, the boys ran in the opposite direction, and I turned inward.

It wasn't until high school that I started running. Slowly my coordination improved along with a small bit of confidence. Not in my looks or my size, but in my ability to be alone and enjoy things I could do by myself.

Being a track star got me no high school points in the hallways, but it gained attention from the newspapers and college scouts. I accepted the full ride to State and found a new world where acceptance wasn't required.

Academia was my best friend until I met Amanda and Lyle. Most people would think we had nothing in common. Amanda was studying to be a kindergarten teacher and Lyle a stage actor/director. But each of us, in our own way, was a square peg in a round hole. We didn't fit until you put our pieces against each other and then we locked tight.

Now I was naked in a swimming pool with Killian MacGregor and he made me feel beautiful. And shit, I thought to myself, I wanted nothing more than to completely let go and scream.

Killian's body continued to press against mine and his needs became obvious. I let my fingers do the walking down his side and over his hip until I could wrap them tightly around his cock. Maybe it was because of the night with Stump, but Killian hadn't given me any indication that he wanted my lips on him. I loved his lips on me, so turn-around was only fair.

I pulled slightly away and gathered every ounce of courage I could find.

"I want to taste you."

His eyes closed for a moment. "Not here. Come."

He took my hand and I followed. He dried us both off with one towel before we entered his house. He stopped at his couch, tossed a pillow on the floor, and turned toward me. I arranged the pillow and sank to my knees while he stood.

I looked up past his glorious cock, over his abs and chest and then met his eyes. "I'm not sure I'm very good at this."

His lips quirked and his low, husky voice showed his need. "Christ-just taste, baby."

So I did. Our bodies were so different, but I loved the way he used his lips and fingers on me, so I did the same. I explored with my mouth, and, at one point, palmed the sack of his balls. I wasn't sure how much pressure the silky full skin could take, so I squeezed just a little. He took my hand and squeezed mine harder, teaching me what he liked. I writhed against his mouth when he did this to me and I wanted a similar reaction from him. His straining cock slid past my lips until my tongue felt the pulsing along the backside, which signaled his pending orgasm. He grabbed my hair and held my head in place while pulling away. He took hold of his cock and spurted across my breasts.

I looked up. Killian focused on his cock and my breasts. Oh, my god, it was sexy. He was sexy, and for the first time in my life, I looked down at my small breasts, covered in milky white semen, and saw-sexy.

***

We napped later in the afternoon, made more of Marty's delicious frozen concoctions for dinner, and watched a movie on Killian's larger-than-life television screen. I had a small blanket pulled over my completely naked body. Killian leaned back with his legs spread, wearing a pair of gray boxer briefs. My head rested on his thigh and his hand ran lazily through my hair. I loved every minute.

Killian dropped me off at my apartment at seven the next morning. I was tired, but in a good way. Now I was preparing for my class while he went to the stadium and did his professional thing. He would pick me up Friday after his practice, and we would get one more weekend before he flew to Seattle the following week.

I was having trouble with the thought of not seeing him over the next five days. When he flew out of town, it would be much longer. Only one weekend in bed with the sex slash football god and my heart clenched at the thought.

In forty-eight hours, I was now zero to Killian MacGregor, in love, and totally addicted to sex.