Rae’s POV
The kitchen tile was cold against my bare knees, but the heat pouring off him made everything else disappear.
Killian towered over me, one hand still tangled loosely in my hair, the other lazily tracing my swollen bottom lip with his thumb.
His sweatpants were slung so low I could see the sharp cut of his V, the dark trail of hair disappearing beneath the waistband.
The outline of him,thick, heavy, already straining made my mouth water before I’d even touched him.
He tilted my chin higher, blue eyes burning.
“Show me what that pretty mouth can do, kitten.”
I licked my lips on purpose, slow and deliberate, letting him see the shine of it. His jaw flexed.
“Someone’s feeling brave tonight,” he murmured, voice rough.
I smiled up at him, small, wicked, nothing like the shy
