His face darkened.
“Christ, the things I’m going to do to you,” he breathed, untangling his hands from her top to slide around her back. They flattened against her shoulder blades. The heat of his palms soaked through the bunched material of her top and bit into skin. “The things I’m going to make you do.”
He attacked with bruising hands and greedy lips. He assaulted and tore into one nipple while plucking and rolling the other with an anger that should have been painful if she wasn’t silently begging him for more.
“God, that feels good!”
Her breathless whimper was rewarded by the sharp nip of his teeth that sent hot embers scattering up her body. Her involuntary jerk tightened his grip on her, a clear warning that she wasn’t going anywhere. Black eyes bore up into hers, unwavering, unflinching, and unabashed by the fact that he was lazily circling the sensitive peak with the tip of his tongue. One hand slid forward and worked the other nipple into a hard, tingling nub under a taunting thumb.
It was wrong.
Letting him … wanting it … wanting him … it was all so wrong. But him stopping was even worse. The very idea had her fingers threading through all that thick, rich hair and clasping him to her. Her hips fought to lift, to rub, to ease the unbearable pang humming between her thighs. But his weight kept her immobilized and in unbearable pain.
“Please…” she whispered.
Gaze still cutting into hers, he relinquished his assault, leaving her breasts tingling and wet as he ascended. Hot lips followed the flush staining her chest to her collarbone. Soft, satiny strands tickled the underside of her chin and throat and forced her neck back. Her spine arched, pushing out her breasts into the hand still lazily toying with her sensitive peak.
“Move your panties,” he commanded against her skin. “Show me where you want me.”
Panting, her fingers trembled as they moved between their bodies to do as she was told. Beneath the coaxing strum of his fingers, her heart thundered against his palm. Her insides twisted as she hooked a finger into the damp stitch of fabric concealing her sex. Cool air kissed her exposed flesh and she shivered. The tremor coursed through her with a vengeance that had her teeth closing down on her lip and her every breath come out impossibly too fast. Killian never took his eyes off hers. He didn’t seem to care that every private part of her was bare before him. His only focus was on her eyes, watching every shift of light play across their surface with a shrewd sort of fascination that made her fidget uncomfortably.
“Touch yourself,” he instructed.
It was easier said than done when his weight was restraining her, but she managed to skim a single finger over the hard muscle of her clit. The back of her hand brushed over the rock hard bulge denting the front of his trousers and his irises expended. His nostrils gave a sharp flare, but his gaze remained dauntingly firm. He forced her thighs further apart and slowly drew back. Those incredible eyes drifted over her languidly until they stopped at her fingers.
Heat drifted over her in a surge of embarrassment and her initial instinct was to shut her legs, but she couldn’t with him wedged firmly between them. Instead, all she could do was cup herself in some pathetic attempt at modesty that had his attention drifting back to her face with an almost questioning quirk of his eyebrow.
He didn’t ask. He didn’t say anything. But his fingers curled around her wrist and gently drew her hand away. Powerless to stop him—part of her not wanting to—she watched as he shifted lower, as his dark head bent until his hot breath whispered over her sensitive flesh. Her body jerked simultaneously in two different reactions. The first was longing. The second was surprise. But it was nothing compared to the shock and the sharp zing that shot up her at the lazy sweep of his tongue.
Juliette gasped. Her hands flew to his head. Her fingers closed in his hair. Maybe she’d meant to stop him, but it was lost the moment his lips suctioned over the crest of her sex and sucked.
“Killian!” his name burst out of her in a tortured whine that was followed by the violent shudder that ripped through her.
Her fingers tightened as her hips rose to meet the demanding coaxing of his mouth. He devoured her like a man who had been given a second chance at life. It was passionate and insistent and full of so much everything she couldn’t breathe.
When he coaxed a finger past the tight ring of her opening, Juliette froze at the pressure. The subtle pain was nowhere near enough to make her want to stop, but it was enough to make her grunt a little and shift uncomfortably.
Killian lifted his head. The light overhead shone off the moisture smeared across his mouth and chin. It glinted across the surface of his eyes, reminding her of the ocean at night.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked.
Juliette shook her head. “No.” She wet her lips hurriedly. “It’s been a while,” she whispered, not really lying. It had been a while since anyone had been down there. “I’m okay.”
He gave an understanding nod before bending his head back to his task. His finger worked gingerly, but with purpose, relaxing the muscles of her opening. Between his tongue and his hand, it took no time at all for Juliette to start thrashing again. Her hips shifted restlessly for more, but he kept at his teasing pace until she was sure she was going to burst into frustrated tears.
“Killian, please…” she begged, tugging at his hair. Her thigh muscles were beginning to quiver uncontrollably and her heart was beating against her ribcage with a vengeance she was sure wasn’t safe. Still, Killian kept on tormenting her. “God, please! I’m so close!”
His answer was to ease a second finger inside her and flick lazily at her blood filled clit. It wasn’t nearly enough to ease the pain.
Juliette swore viciously and bucked. It did nothing, but get him to stop.
He drew back and swiped his forearm casually over his mouth. She watched him with confusion and more than a mild sense of panic. Inside her, his fingers continued to move, stretching her and working the unused muscles of her pussy.
“Do you make a mess when you come?”
Panting, Juliette had to swallow hard before she could respond. “Mess?”
He nodded. “Do you squirt?”
Scalding hot blood rushed to her face that seemed to amuse him. She averted her eyes.
“I haven’t before,” she mumbled, wishing he wouldn’t watch her with such intensity.
“Never?”
She shook her head. She started to open her mouth when his fingers bent inside her. It wasn’t subtle. Whatever he did, whatever he pushed up against nearly had her leaping out of the seat. Her entire body involuntarily bowed off the leather. Her wail burst up her chest to lodge in her throat, becoming a silent scream she couldn’t control. Her fingers clawed into the bench as she lifted and slammed her hips into his hand.
“Oh my God!” she sobbed.
“No one’s done that before either?” he taunted with a sly cock of his head.
Dying for more, Juliette convulsed between shaking her head and trying to gain control of her body again. Her channels sucked greedily at his fingers still moving inside her, but going anywhere near that place again. And she wanted him to. God, she needed it so badly.
“What sort of men have you been with?” he pondered darkly, giving the spot a gentle nudge that sent her head flinging back and her vision blurring.
“What are you doing?” she gasped, writhing shamelessly into his palm.
Something hot and liquid trickled free and pooled beneath her. It soaked into her panties and dribbled over his fingers.
“I’m going to make you squirt.”
“Oh!” she choked out, breathless. “Okay.”
He drew the pads of his fingers expertly along her walls, bypassing the button she never knew she had. He did this a few times until she was certain she’d lose her fucking mind. Then he pulled out, without warning or reason. His fingers slipped free of her body and he sat back, still kneeling between her sprawled and quivering thighs. Her channel felt unusually empty without him. More than that, her clit was on fire.