Killian (The Sons of Dusty Walker Book 3) (7 page)

For one hot moment, he wished he had his length of rope with him. He’d wrap it around her wrists, anchor it to the bedpost, and feast on her splayed helplessly before him. But that quickly reminded him of the fleeting nature of the situation. What if he tried it and it frightened her away? Then he wouldn’t have even these few days with her. Deliberately, he pushed it from his mind and got back to the very delicious business of the moment.

Dropping to his knees, he unfastened the skirt, easing the material down her thighs to the floor. Lexie braced her hands on his shoulders as she stepped out of it and kicked it aside. Now she stood before him in those fuck-me sandals and her miniscule peach-colored bra and thong. Holding her hips, he pressed his face to her mound and inhaled deeply.

Jesus!

Carefully he unclasped her bra, tossing it to the side and cupping her breasts in his palms. The heat of them scorched his skin. He wanted to close his mouth over her nipples and suck them one at a time until they were hard and pebbled.

Her fragrance drove him nuts, swirling through his body to his cock and his balls, making everything tighten with need. Giving in to temptation, he drew his tongue through the line of her slit, pressing the fabric into it and tasting her juices. Her exotic flavor burst in his mouth, so he did it again and again. She trembled in his grip, thrusting herself closer to him. The little sounds of pleasure drifting from her throat only made him hungrier for her.

Unexpectedly, she gave a tiny shove and stepped away from him.

“One of us still has too many clothes on,” she told him in a shaky voice.

“Is that so?”

“It is.” She stroked his cheeks.

“Then maybe you should do something about it.”

She inhaled slowly, the action thrusting her breasts forward. Killian couldn’t stop staring. He curled his fingers into his palms to keep himself from cupping those very tempting breasts. With tremendous effort, he forced himself to stand still as she placed her hands on his chest. Popping the buttons on his shirt, she tugged the tails from his slacks and shoved the sleeves down his arms. One corner of her mouth edged up in a tiny smile as she let her gaze roam over his naked chest.

“Yum,” she murmured, gliding her hands over him, brushing her fingertips over the curls of dark hair. With a wicked grin, she scraped her fingernails over his fat nipples, already hard and aching, and tweaked them lightly.

“Tease,” he said, his voice thick.

She gave him a heated look and leaned forward to run the flat of her tongue over each nipple. Killian sucked in his breath, electricity streaking straight down to his shaft.

She glanced down at his feet then back up again.

“Boots,” she told him.

For a moment, he couldn’t think what she meant. Then he realized she wanted him to take off his boots. He leaned on one arm of the couch for balance and yanked his footwear off as fast as he could.

The moment he stood before her again, she undid the button on his slacks and slowly lowered his zipper. His eager cock tried to push out to freedom, bumping against her fingers. She smiled that sexy little smile again and shoved his slacks down his legs. Hooking her fingers in his boxer briefs, she stopped and watched at him for a moment, as if waiting for permission to continue.

“Don’t stop now.” He heard the strain of restraint in his voice.

“Okay.” The word came out on a soft puff of air.

She slid the briefs down his thighs, stopping for a moment when his cock burst into freedom. Her eyes widened at the sight of it. Killian knew from the time he became a horny teenager he had more than his share of this this particular body part. Now, he was glad he was endowed more than the average man. Whatever happened after this week, he’d definitely leave her with something to remember.

“There’s…a lot there,” she finally said. “I think you got more than your share.”

“And I’ll make sure you get every bit of it.”
And damn quick, please.

Completely divesting him of all items of clothing, she knelt between his legs, took his shaft in her hand, and very gently ran her tongue over the head. Shivers of need skated over him, and he had all he could do to stand still. Lexie wrapped her slim fingers around his thick shaft and glided them slowly up and down, adding slow licks with her tongue for emphasis.

An ache built slowly in his balls, and he closed his eyes for a moment. Enough. He was only human, after all. Placing his hands beneath her elbows, he urged her to her feet, swept Lexie into his arms, and looked around the living room. The apartment wasn’t very large, so it was easy to spot the entrance to the bedroom. He strode through the door and reached out to flip on the bedside lamp. Then he placed her carefully on the bed.

Kneeling between her thighs, he used his teeth to grasp the lacy top of her thong and dragged it slowly down her body, inhaling her spicy essence as he did so before tossing the little scrap of nothing to the floor. Then he eased her legs apart and licked his lips at the feast spread before him. For a long moment, he could only stare, drinking in the sight of her neatly trimmed pussy, the curls slightly darker than those on her head.

A natural blonde! Damn!
He’d died and gone to heaven.

Holding her hips in place, he ran his tongue over the fluffy little curls. Then, because he couldn’t wait another moment, he used his thumbs to press open her pussy lips and drew a long, slow trail with his tongue. God, had he ever tasted anything so delicious? He had to stop himself from licking his lips.

“Mmm.” Lexie moaned and arched her hips up to him.

“Easy, darlin’. I want to take my time here.”

He loved up her body until he reached her lips. Cradling her head in his hands, he took her mouth in a gentle kiss, brushing the surface of her lips as he’d done earlier before delving inside again. She tasted so damn fine. He didn’t know which tasted better, her mouth or her exquisite pussy. He lapped every inch of the wet surface, tasting her tongue and her gums.

Breaking the kiss, he trailed his mouth over her cheekbones, along the length of her jaw, and down the graceful line of her neck. He nibbled at the spot behind her ear and bit gently on the sweet lobe. She wriggled against him, and his demanding cock jerked against her. Slowly and with great deliberation, he placed kisses along her collarbone and down the valley between her breasts.

Then he was at her mouth again, nipping her plump lower lip, sliding his tongue over it, lightly peppering her neck again. All soft touches, gentle but erotic kisses, meant to ignite her nerve endings and heat her blood. From the way she writhed and moaned beneath him, he was accomplishing his objective. He wanted her begging for her climax, straining for it, exploding in his arms. She was aflame now, twisting in his grasp, his own body on fire from it.

Her nipples were like ripe berries, swollen and taut with need. He sucked and licked and pulled them into his mouth, nibbling at their pebbled surface. Lexie gripped his shoulders, her fingernails digging into him as he coaxed stronger and stronger responses from her.

Shifting, he trailed his mouth down to her sweet little cunt. With great care, he peeled back her lips as if opening a flower, sucking in his breath at the sight of the slick pink flesh. Unable to help himself, he buried his face in her cunt and inhaled her essence, drunk with the scent of it.

Then he got busy, lapping and licking, pulling her swollen clit into his mouth and tormenting it with his teeth and his tongue. As he sucked and nipped Lexie gripped his hair, holding on for dear life. He loved the sexy little sounds she made and the way her body responded to him. She tasted better than the finest drink he’d ever had, and he lapped every wet inch of her.

When he sensed her climax was near, he eased two fingers inside her hot channel, then three, sliding them in and out while he continued to torment her clit. And then she exploded, pushing herself up to him, crying out her pleasure. The walls of her pussy gripped his fingers and spasmed around them as she drenched them with her juices. When he sensed the release slowing, he drove her up again, once more taking her over the top, relishing her shouts of satisfaction. He kept his fingers inside her, stroking her inner walls, until the last spasm finally subsided and she went limp beneath his touch.

He scattered kisses over her inner thighs, the top of her mound, her belly, working his way up to taking her mouth again.

“Taste yourself on me, sweet girl,” he murmured. “Best juice in the entire world.”

He brushed her hair away from her forehead and placed his lips on hers, rubbing them lightly back and forth. When she opened her mouth slightly, he slipped his tongue inside and slid it lazily around. He wanted to capture this moment forever, this unexpected feeling sliding everywhere through him. What they had done—what they were about to do—would permanently impact his life in some way.

But no way was he going to stop. Not when he wanted his cock inside her more than he wanted his next breath.

“You doing okay, darlin’?” he asked.

“Mm hmm.” Her sweet lips curved in a little smile. “But we aren’t done yet, are we?”

His laugh was low and hungry. “Not by a long shot. Hold on a sec.”

He’d meant to take the condoms out of his wallet and put them on the nightstand within easy reach. That was before they ended up stark naked in the living room and he’d carried her away to the bed.

“Where are you going?” She frowned as he strode toward the other room.

“Just taking care of a little business. But don’t worry, I’ll be right back.”

He was as good as his word, dropping two foil packets on the nightstand, ripping open a third, and swiftly sheathing himself.

Lexie looked from the nightstand to him, a grin teasing her lips. “You plan on being that busy tonight?”

“I like to be prepared.”

Then he was over her again, back kneeling between her thighs. When he lifted her legs and bent them at the knee to spread them wide, he gave a small grunt of satisfaction to see she was still so wet. She’d need it to take the full size of him.

Gripping his thick shaft in the fingers of one hand, he nudged her opening with the inflamed head. Her slickness eased his way as he pushed gently into her, pausing every few seconds. He knew he was stretching her, hoped he’d prepared her so her passage was relaxed enough to absorb the width of him. Slowly, slowly he eased in more, watching her face for signs of distress, feeling her body’s response. When he was fully seated inside her, he stopped to take a breath, closing his eyes to reach for control. With her inner walls gripping him in a hot, viselike clutch, it took every bit of self-restraint not to pound into her.

Bracing himself on his knees, he began the familiar, steady in-and-out movement, thrust and retreat, each slide easier than the last as her body opened to him more and more. Lexie wrapped her legs around his waist, digging her heels into the small of his back as she locked herself to him.

“Look at me, darlin’.” Killian spoke in a thick, hoarse voice. “I plan to take you on the ride of your life.”

That was exactly what he did, driving in and out of her in a steady rhythm that rocked them both. Faster, he went, and harder, plunging deeper and deeper as Lexie kept them locked together. He gritted his teeth, hanging on by a thread, until he felt her body tighten around him, her cries grow louder, her heels press harder into his back.

“Now, darlin’.” He barely got the words out, holding onto himself until he felt her body give in to its release.

The explosion was intense, the climax gripping him and shaking him like a leaf in the wind. Beneath him, plastered to his body, Lexie took the wild ride with him. They shuddered together as spasms racked them, spinning out into a black-velvet void, cartwheeling in an explosion of fireworks until the very last of the tremors had died away. Little by little, Killian came back to himself, his breathing evening out. The silence in the room was broken only by the raspy sounds as they both drew air into their lungs.

He braced himself on his forearms, loving the flush of pleasure on her face and the gleam of satisfaction in her heavy-lidded eyes. He gave her a soft, gentle kiss, and when he was sure he could move again, he slowly eased himself from her body.

“Be right back,” he told her, brushing his mouth over hers.

In her small bathroom, he disposed of the condom and washed his hands. He looked at himself in the mirror, staring at the flush of pleasure still darkening his face. At the glow of sexual satisfaction in his eyes. The orgasm was more than just the most stupendous he could ever remember. It had satisfied something, touched something deep inside him, and he knew, whatever happened, he would never be the same again.

A week, he told himself. One week. He still had no idea what would happen then. He still had no intention of staying in Red Creek. He had plans. Would he feel guilty leaving? Could he walk away from Lexie Choate as he’d walked away from other women? Lexie was way beyond other women.

Would she come with him back to Montana? Would she—

Stop it, cowboy. Don’t get ahead of yourself here.
He splashed water on his face, dried it on one of her fancy little towels, and headed back into the bedroom. Lexie was lying there exactly as he’d left her, her mouth curved in a tiny smile of satisfaction. He climbed in beside her and pulled her into his arms, lazily stroking his hand up and down her spine, loving the silky feel of her skin.

She sighed and nestled her head against his shoulder. “That was…beyond wonderful.”

He gave a low chuckle. “Just so you know, we’re not done yet.”

She cuddled closer to hm. “Just so you know, I didn’t think we were.”

Chapter Five

“You’re pretty chipper for someone out carousing all night.” Marliss picked up the full mug of coffee Lou had poured, set it on the table in front of Killian, and gave him a narrow-eyed look.

He smiled. He’d tried to be as quiet as possible when he came home, but nothing escaped Marliss and Lou.