บท 22: Chapter 22

Lowering his head, Killian scattered kisses along her collarbone and down between her breasts. He laved the upper swell of her breasts then followed the damp trail with more kisses. Unable to stop himself, he lifted his hands to cup her breasts, brushing his thumbs over the now-beaded nipples. He swallowed a sound of satisfaction when she gave one of those breathy little moans he loved so much.

“We’re not doing this standing in the kitchen,” he told her, his mouth against her jaw. “I want you where I can spread you out before my eyes and feast on every naked inch of you.”

“Promises, promises,” she goaded, standing on her tiptoes to nip at his chin.

“And I follow through,” he told her.

Lifting her in his arms, he carried her into the bedroom, plastering his mouth to hers as he set her gently on her feet beside the bed. But she pushed away from him, climbed up onto the bed, and sat with her legs curled beside her.

“Uh-uh. Tonight, you get naked first, and I get to watch.”