I wanted to believe him, to erase each insecurity. I wanted to be beautiful for Killian.

His tongue made small circles against my back and then my side as he moved around my body. He was still on his knees and made it look graceful.

"Put your hands on my shoulders and watch the mirror. Keep your eyes open; just watch." His commanding tone held sensual promise.

He lifted my left leg and moved it over his shoulder. I gripped his flesh hard then harder still when his tongue licked the flesh between my thighs.

"I love the taste of you." He did it again. "I enjoyed spending time with your friends, but god, I wanted to be here, doing this. It's becoming impossible to keep my hands off you." His fingers tightened slightly. "Watch the mirror."

My eyes drifted down so I had to jerk my head back up. One finger slid between the lips of my pussy, but I couldn't see what he was doing. I felt it. I looked at my flushed face, staring into my own eyes. Killian loved my body. He didn't see the awkward young girl. He thought me beautiful. More tears fell.

"Shh," he breathed against my skin and then added another finger. "Watch yourself come, because with everything I love about you, that's the most incredible. Your face expresses everything I do to you and someday, baby, I'll make you scream."

His lips went back to work, and soon he suckled my clit with noisy kisses and made vibrations from deep in his throat.

The heat built to a raging inferno. Every nerve ending I possessed centered in my pussy, or so I thought. No, "thought" was the wrong word; I was no longer capable of thinking and rocked my pelvis against Killian's mouth and fingers.

"Come for me, baby. Let me taste more of you."

My cry was louder than ever before. It spilled past my lips as the orgasm burst. My eyes closed and my head dropped back. I rode wave after wave of electrically charged spasms that flowed deep into my core. Before they stopped, Killian scooped me into his arms and carried me to his bed.

The comforter hit my back, and the sight of Killian removing his clothes in the soft bedroom light caused the aftershocks still running through my pussy to go into overdrive.

He came at me from the end of the bed, and before I could protest, I found myself turned onto my stomach. There was no time to worry about being ass up, because his lips traveled up my legs starting at the bottom of my foot. The kisses were like the ones on my necksome nice and some stinging little nips of pain that dissolved as soon as his teeth released my skin. I gripped the comforter and held on. He placed one hard bite beneath my left butt cheek then traveled down the opposite leg.

When I squirmed, he held me down with his forearm. I slowly melted into the comforter.

The tug on my ponytail surprised me.

"Up on your hands and knees, Legs."

He guided me up and his warm body covered me from behind. I'd never thought this position could be sexy, but everything Killian did to me was a sensual awakening. He spread my legs farther apart and the slow, hot glide of his cock pushed through my needy flesh. I couldn't breathe; desire ripped through me. He pulled almost out, but then the heat built again as he slid back in using a slow, steady rhythm to drive me crazy. This time, the orgasm rolled through my body, and when small moans came from my throat, his hands lifted and squeezed my breasts, bringing my upper body from the bed. He pinched my nipples, not hard, but enough to make me cry out. After that cry passed my lips, another followed. His loud groan was next to my ear, his hot breath making me spasm over and over.

I screamed.

***

We lay in the dark with Killian's arms wrapped around me. He'd turned off the lights and pulled the covers over us. His skin, still slightly damp with sweat, stuck to mine. He removed the elastic holding my hair and tossed it somewhere to the side of the bed. His callused fingers ran through the strands.

I whispered into the quiet room, "I didn't think men liked to cuddle."

He buried his nose against my skin. "After sex, I can smell me," he inhaled again. "On you, and I want you close."

Did he ever run out of ways to make my breath catch? I was so far past being in love with him that the thought of not seeing him for two weeks was almost unbearable.

"What's wrong?"

How did he know?

"I'm going to miss you."

"Come with me, I'll arrange the flight. You'll stay in my room and give me grouchy morning sex before the game."

An unladylike snort escaped me. "Grouchy sex?"

"I like you grouchy."

I let my Killian MacGregor, after-sex vibe settle by inhaling and exhaling slowly. "Maybe we should spend some time apart. This is moving fast." I couldn't help but wonder if Killian was speaking in the heat of the moment so I wanted him to have a way out.

His fingers tightened in my hair. "I waited over a month to see you after that first night. There's been nothing fast enough about getting you into my bed."

Again, that thrill he always made me feel curled my toes. "When are you leaving?"

"I take off on Thursday, but you can wait to leave until after class Friday if you want."

"I need to."

"I'll arrange a flight out for you on Friday evening. That way, you'll be very sleepy and grouchy by the time you get to Washington."

"Is that where you're going?"

"That's where we're going."

"You're spoiling me."

"I'm tempting you."

Laughter bubbled over. Killian didn't need to do anything but stand still to tempt me.

"What's so funny?" he growled.

"Everything you do tempts me."

He rolled so I lay full-length on top of him. "Then you do the work."

His husky voice was back and I had no problem setting the pace. Killian did though. After just two minutes of me teasing him with the same biting kisses he gave me earlier he took over.