I lie still, staring at the wall, clutching the bedspread with my heart in my throat, as he stands silently and looks me over.
After a moment, he exhales. His voice barely audible, he whispers, “Lass. You’re so goddamn beautiful.”
He bends, pressing a gentle kiss to the small of my back. His other hand squeezes the back of my thigh, then slides higher. He puts a knee between my thighs, pushing them farther apart.
“Killian—”
“Hush. I won’t do anything you don’t like. Tell me to stop, and I will.”
I moisten my lips, but it doesn’t help. My mouth is so dry. My hands are trembling. It’s not fear I’m feeling, just pure adrenaline.
He slides his lips to my tailbone, his touch feather light. His hand creeps higher, squeezing my flesh. He cups my bottom, then nips it, his teeth sinking into
