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His dark brows knit, his lips parting as he whispers my name again and again. His thick thigh slides between mine and pushes hard against my aching sex. I groan against his cock.
We come together, Killian filling my mouth, me riding his thigh with shameless abandon. I stay with him until he softens against my tongue. He’s panting hard when I release him and rest my head against his firm stomach.
His hand smooths over my hair. “I’m dead,” he whispers, then hauls me up, wrapping me in his arms. His lips find mine. “You’ve killed me.”
I stroke his damp temple. “Good. Then I can have my way with you all night. And you won’t be able to protest.”
“Do your worst. I’ll just lie here and take it.”
We might not have the damn condoms, but he keeps me well satisfied for hours, until I fall into a dreamless sleep, Killian’s strong body pressed against me. Even as I fall, I want to hold on, stay awake. Because being this happy cannot be real. It can’t last. Can it?
Chapter Ten
Killian
The pillow beneath my head is…fucking fantastic. I mean, it really is. Like a squishy cloud or something…
I’ve been here before. In this bed. On this pillow. I fully wake in a rush of memories. Kissing Libby. Touching Libby. Libby making me fall apart and then putting me back together.
Her head is resting on a pillow next to me; her gray-green eyes meet mine.
And my chest floods with warmth. “Hi.”
Her voice is soft and slightly rough. “Hi.”
We’re wrapped up in each other. I hadn’t noticed before now. It feels natural, where I’m supposed to be. I touch her cheek and thread my fingers into her hair to pull her closer. I kiss her softly, and she opens to me on a sigh. It would be so easy to roll over her, part her legs, and sink it.
If I had a condom.
“Would I look like a total dog,” I ask against her lips, “if I left you here and went to get condoms?”
I feel her smile. “Well, it’s Sunday so—”
“Don’t,” I growl, nipping her lip. “Don’t fucking say they’re closed on Sundays.”
She sighs, kissing me back. “Not saying it won’t make it any less true.”
“Mother. Fuck.” I lean back a little. She’s smiling at me, her golden brown hair falling into her eyes. I ease a strand behind her ear. “Fuck that, I’m driving off the island.”
“I’ll wait right here.”
But I don’t go. I kiss her some more, run my hands over her curves because she’s soft and warm. And mine.
“What’s it like?” she murmurs between kisses.
“Being with you?” I nuzzle her neck. “Fucking perfect.”
Her chest vibrates with a chuckle. “No. Being on stage. Performing in front of all those people.”
Resting my head in my hand, I look down at her. A lot of people have asked the same thing. I’ve never really cared. But with Libby, a lick of excitement runs down my spine. Because I can see her up there under the hot lights, her voice owning the air. It would be beautiful. “The Animal is like nothing else on Earth.”
“The animal?”
“That’s what I call the crowd.” I run my fingertips over her arm. “It’s a living thing, Libby. More than just individuals, a whole entity. You can feel it swelling up around you. It’s like…” I bite my lip trying to put the feeling into words. “How do you feel when you sing?”
She blinks in clear surprise, and her cheeks flush pink as she thinks about it. “I don’t know… Sometimes it’s the only way to get all the pain out of my soul. Other times, it’s like I’m flying.”
“Exactly,” I say, stroking her side. “Now imagine it at full throttle. You’re flying at supersonic speed. And all that energy just lights you up, until you’re hotter than the sun.”
“It must be something.” She’s gazing up at the ceiling as if picturing it.
“The rush is addicting.” I lean down and kiss the tip of her nose. “Almost as good as sex with you.”
Her pink lips quirk. “We haven’t had sex yet.”
“Don’t remind me.” I find that fragrant spot on her neck that makes her shiver. “Fooling around with you is better than anything I’ve done before.”
It’s the truth. Shocking, and yet it fills me with a strange relief, as if I’ve been wandering forever and finally come home.
Libby cups the back of my head, holding me to her. Idly, her fingers move through my hair. I close my eyes in pleasure, and her voice comes out soft. “I used to…”