He led me out to his room, stopping me when we got near his bed. I looked at him questioningly when he grabbed my shoulders with those big hands and gently pushed me down.
And for the first time since the shower, I found my voice. “What are you doing?”
He pulled the towel away from my body and dropped it to the floor, his eyes taking in every inch of my naked body.
“Worshipping you,” he answered softly. “Making you hate me less.”
My breath stuttered as he positioned me in the middle of the bed, crawling between my legs. I gasped when the tip of his penis brushed the inside of my thigh.
I briefly wondered if he thought sex would resolve everything. And I wondered if I would deny him, especially when I was feeling like this.
He braced himself on his elbows and looked down at me. Droplets of water from the shower that he hadn’t dried dripped down to my skin, and it felt—loud. Almost as loud as thethud, thud, thudof my heart galloping in my chest.
“Killian,” I muttered.
He grasped both breasts in his hands. I wasn’t big, but his hands made me feel smaller.
My hard nipples poked through his palms, and I knew he could feel it.
He fondled me softly, reverently, before pulling back and plucking at my nipples. I pushed my hips against him, wanting more pressure, but he pulled one hand away and pushed me back down on the mattress.
Fuck, what was he doing to me?
He leaned forward and kissed his way down my body, leaving heat behind where his lips touched.
I held still, trying to keep from reacting, from showing my emotions too quickly. That had never helped me in the past, especially when it came to these brothers. I didn’t want to be someone who gave so much away.
I closed my eyes instead.
“Mila,” Killian whispered against my skin.
I took a deep breath but didn’t answer him.
“Open your eyes. Look at me.”
I shook my head. If I did, he would see more than I was willing to share.
“Please.”
I paused.
Then I opened my eyes. He was by my belly now, and I was sure my eyes were rounded in surprise. Did he… did he just say “please”?
I swallowed, trying to get rid of the dryness in my mouth.
He kept his eyes on me and went back to kissing my skin, skimming his lips gently in circles around my navel before he dipped lower.
I gasped when he placed a kiss on the top of my mound.
Both hands grabbed the inside of my thighs and pushed my legs apart, baring more of me to him. Cool air kissed my drenched pussy lips, followed by his lips.
My hands balled into fists, and I bit my lips to keep from making any noise.
His movements were unhurried.
He took his time with me as if trying to remember every crease, every curve of me. Trying to remember the taste of me.
I didn’t know how long he ate me out for. Fifteen minutes? Twenty?
