I don’t know how much time passes, but when we regain some strength, Killian turns me around, grabs my thighs, and makes me wrap my legs around him. I bury myself in his neck, where his sweat still carries his scent, although there are still traces of perfume—the perfume of whatever woman was near him today—something I can’t ignore.
"Shower," I tell him.
He chuckles softly and pulls me tighter against him, sliding his hands under my ass and bouncing me lightly against his body. Then he carries me, with slow but steady steps, to our bedroom. Once inside the jacuzzi, with the perfect temperature and the scents he knows I love, I climb onto his lap.
I look into his eyes as I slide my hand between us and grab his c**k, still half hard, while I lift myself in search of the right position. I
