Rae's POV
We never broke the kiss.
Not once.
Killian carried me through the pool-house door, kicking it shut behind us with his heel. Moonlight and fairy lights painted everything gold and silver, but I barely saw it.
All I felt were his lips on mine, his tongue stroking slow and deep, the cool flick of his piercing making me dizzy.
My back met the mattress with a soft bounce, and he followed me down, never letting an inch of space exist between us.
His hands were everywhere, under the shirt, sliding up my ribs, cupping my breasts again, thumbs circling my n*****s until they ached. I arched into him with a whimper that he swallowed greedily.
He pulled back only long enough to drag the black button-down over my head and toss it aside.
Then his mouth was on my neck, hot, open-mout
