"Try on another."

Killian found a boutique on Madison Street that featured clothing for tall women. I knew they existed, but the designer labels were completely out of my price range. I'd tried on six dresses and each one fit better than anything I'd ever worn. I'd never pictured Killian as a shopper, but the man had taste. His whispered words of praise made me blush.

"I like this one." His fingers went to the side slit and grazed my thigh.

I slapped his hand away and he laughed. The clerk winked and I walked back into the dressing room to continue my one-person modeling gig.

I literally put my foot down when he tried to get me into five-inch heels.

"I'll break my neck. There's no way I'm walking in those."

"What about these?"

They were three-inches. Never with another man would I consider them but with Killian by my side, they had potential.

"I'll hold onto you so you don't fall." He added full dimples to the husky words.

In the end, Killian picked a dress that I would wear that evening and another for a future date. Skirts were my thing, but only because I could occasionally find off-the-rack designs that covered my ass cheeks. Dresses never had a long enough waist. These did. The total bill was more money than I made in a month. I managed to accept graciously. Killian took his time writing something on a piece of paper for the clerk before scrawling his name to the charge receipt, and then we left.

A few hours later, we met Malory and Blitz in the hotel lobby. The men escorted us outside where a chauffeur held the door to a black limousine. Dressed in his dark gray sport coat, Killian took my breath away. His black silk shirt, open at the collar, made me want to lick the exposed skin of his neck. The sleek lines of his pants accented his long legs and even in my three-inch heels, he was tall enough for me to tilt my head back to meet his eyes. I could look at him for hours and never get bored.

Blitz scared me. The man was larger than Killian. His shoulders were so broad I wondered if he had problems fitting through doors without turning sideways. Everything about the man was gargantuan. Next to him, Malory's petite body looked even smaller.

As soon as we took our seats in the limo, Blitz moved Malory to his lap and kissed her. She began running her hands over his chest. I looked at Killian.

He flashed his dimples. "Get used to it. They never stop."

Blitz's laugh filled the interior of the car. "Malory just can't keep her hands off me."

She purred, "That's because there's so much of you and if I don't start now, I'll be up all night trying to touch every inch."

My face was red, but I so wanted to run my hands over Killian's chest.

He pulled me next to him and whispered in my ear, "You can touch all of me later tonight."

I managed to keep my hands to myself and tried my best to ignore where Malory's hands wandered.

The restaurant was wonderful, and even though we were in a rival state, a crowd formed around Killian and Blitz. I practically had to pry my fingers from Killian's grasp so I could step away. He gave me a quick, puzzled look. It didn't matter where we went or what we did, Killian always touched me in some small way. He desired a physical connection and seemed to take hold of my hand subconsciously. He'd done it the first night I'd met him at the party and never stopped. I loved this about him, but at the same time, he needed to handle his fan club without me.

"Blitz doesn't get this attention unless he's with Mac," Malory said quietly as the two men posed for a picture with someone's family.

They both signed a few more autographs, and as soon as Killian could make his escape, my hand was surrounded by his once more. He didn't release me when we sat down, and a small, secret grin played on my lips. He never just held my hand, he caressed it; his thumb skimmed across my skin, making me tingle. He would link our fingers then release them, sliding his hand up my arm before returning to my hand. I felt deep down that Killian needed my touch as much as I needed his.

I listened while the men talked football. Apparently, Seattle had a few linemen Killian needed to look out for.

"They're mean fuckheads and won't care that it's pre-season. The best shot they have for the Bowl is to take you out now. The Scorps got your back, but you need to move quickly and make your play. No resting in the pocket. Throw the damn ball out of bounds if you must, but keep Blanastovich and Edwards off your ass."

Our waiter interrupted the conversation to take our order. We settled on baskets of crab legs, salad, and Brussels sprouts. I accepted Killian's guarantee that I needed to try the sprouts, and he was right about them. Everything tasted delicious. Killian ordered Quilceda Creek Cabernet Sauvignon. The men stopped at one glass, but Malory and I finished off two bottles.

It was finally time to leave and I stood from my chair, the room tilted.

"Damn shoes," I muttered under my breath.

Killian stabilized me with an arm around my waist as we walked out to the waiting limousine. Once inside, Malory settled back onto Blitz's lap as I peeked at the shadowed outline of my date. He had his arm around my shoulder while he ran his other hand through my hair. I inched my fingers over his pants to the inside of his slightly spread thighs. His breath caught before he slowly let it out. He didn't stop me, so my moves got bolder. I ran my fingers up and down closer to my goal with each stroke. Finally, I felt the outline of his erection and applied pressure.

Killian's large hand immediately covered mine. "I think you've had too much to drink, Legs."

Though Killian spoke quietly, Blitz heard.

"Fuck, Killian, Malory's already humping my thigh. Do whatever you want, I'm too occupied to check out those legs this time."

Mortification anyone?

Killian's chest rumbled and a playful slap sounded from the other seat followed by giggles and then kissing.

"Just lips, Rebecca," he whispered a split second before his took mine.

My head spun, I moved closer, and before I knew it, Killian hiked me up so I straddled his lap. I didn't care that my back end was on display or that his hands took hold of my ass and adjusted me so I felt the hard push of his cock against my wet panties. My hands went to his chest so I could unbutton his jacket and slide my fingers inside.

Silk, warmed by his body.

It felt so good against my fingers, but I wanted more. I undid the shirt buttons until my palms rested against bare hot skin. I couldn't get enough and couldn't wiggle much because he dug his fingers into my ass.

Killian threaded his fingers through my hair at the back of my neck and kissed me hard.

I didn't feel the car stop, and suddenly I was sitting next to Killian and he was straightening my dress before he buttoned his shirt. I noticed the same quick manipulation of clothes going on in the seat across from us. Malory let out a very unlady-like hiccup and I giggled. The door opened and Killian unfolded his long legs and assisted me out. We didn't say goodbye to Malory and Blitz, because Killian had me in an elevator before I could catch my breath. My back slammed against the wall and Killian's mouth captured mine. By the time we made it into the room, my dress was unzipped. Within seconds, it, along with my bra and panties, was lying on the floor with me pressed against the door.

Killian fucked me in three-inch heels with one of my legs around his waist and his pants barely past his hips.

The first time.