I flushed. “Good morning to you.”

“Morning.”

“And as to your other point, I do have to work hard to look good. It takes skill to eat as much peanut butter as I have to get my ass back.”

His beautiful eyes dropped to my mouth. “The effort is much appreciated.”

My hand shot up between us as he leaned in to kiss me. He raised an eyebrow. “I haven’t brushed my teeth.”

“Move your hand, Skylar.”

“Nope.” I slid out of the bed, blowing past him so quickly he barely had time to blink.

I heard his chuckle as I dashed into the bathroom and grabbed my toothbrush. Once I’d brushed, I came back out with a sheepish smile.

Killian was waiting for me, arms crossed over his chest. “You’re very weird.”

“Uh, something you knew before you threw me to the carpet and fucked my brains out.”

“You keep describing it like that and I’m sensing you’re not going to let me forget it went down like that anytime soon.”

I sauntered over to him and he grabbed me by the waist, hauling me up against his chest. Without my heeled wedges, I felt short in his arms. I looked up at him with a playful smile. “Why would I want you or I to ever forget that it went down like that? It was the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.”

He wore a smug, pleased look. “Me too.”

His answer made me feel smug and pleased too. “Yeah?”

“Aye,” he muttered, bending his head.

This time I let him kiss me. It started out sweet, lazy, but I made the mistake of moaning and Killian’s hold on me tightened. His kiss grew hungry and I found myself stumbling back into the wall as he pressed the entire length of his body against mine.

Heat and need flushed through me and I slid my hands under his T-shirt, pushing it up, desperate to feel his warm skin against mine. He took the hint and drew it over his head and threw it away. He caressed my stomach under my tank, the rough calluses on his fingertips making me shiver, and then he dipped them beneath my underwear, zeroing in on my clit.

I gasped into his mouth as he played me, my hips undulating against his touch. “Shit, you need to stop,” I pleaded. “No condoms.”

We’d used the only two he had in his wallet last night.

“I don’t need a condom for what I want to do to you,” he murmured thickly in my ear and then lowered himself to his haunches, his eyes on mine. They darkened as I sucked in a breath of excitement.

I bit my lip, my chest rising and falling quickly, sharply, as he curled his fingers into my underwear and pulled them down my legs. I stepped out of them, growing wet with anticipation, and he clasped the back of my calves, caressing me all the way back up to my inner thighs. He pressed them open and I widened my stance for him.

“Take your top off,” he demanded, his voice hoarse with need. “I want to see all of you.”

I grabbed the hem of the tank top and pulled it over my head. My breasts had filled out as I’d put weight back on, but I’d never be a big girl. Apparently, that didn’t matter to Killian, who stared at my nakedness like I was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

He got on his knees, his fingertips tickling my inner thighs as he leaned in to drop a sweet kiss on my stomach. “Do you know how gorgeous you are?”

I felt a ripple of need just below where he’d kissed and reached for his head, running my fingers through his hair as he peppered kisses down my belly toward where I wanted his mouth most. “Killian,” I heard myself pleading.

He turned his cheek against my skin and I felt him smile.

“What are you grinning about down there?” I tugged gently on his hair and he leaned back to look up at me with mischief in his eyes.

“You’ve not got one submissive bone in your body . . . until the promise of an orgasm. If only I’d known that sooner.”

I looked up at the ceiling and spoke to an imaginary god, “How can he be this irritating and sexy at the same time?”

Killian’s answer was to yank my leg over his shoulder and press his mouth to my sex. The sharp movement made me let go of his head for purchase against the wall.

And then nothing else mattered but the feel of his tongue as he licked and sucked my clit until I was gasping his name and begging for more.

When he slid his fingers inside me, the tension, already stretched to breaking, snapped into shattering bliss. I cried out as my orgasm rolled through me like a tidal wave, my hips shuddering against his mouth as he continued to lick me through it.

My body sagged against the wall as Killian got to his feet, his cheeks flushed as he stared at me with hungry eyes. His hands rested on my waist for a second and then traveled upward to cup my naked breasts as we gazed at one another, mine full of awe, his full of need. He squeezed my breasts and I let out an exhalation that surprised me. How could I want him again so soon? His head bent to my chest and he wrapped his hot mouth around my nipple and sucked.

“Gah . . .” I held onto him as he took his time kissing, licking, and sucking at my breasts. Finally, he pressed his body into mine and rested his forehead to my shoulder, breathing heavily.

I could feel his hard-on digging into my stomach.

I reached between us for the zipper on his jeans and he lifted his head. His eyes searched mine, as if seeking an answer to an unspoken question. I yanked his zipper down and he grabbed my hand. “You don’t have to.”

The fact that he would say so, that he wasn’t looking for reciprocation after he’d gone down on me, made my heart swell. “I want to,” I promised.

He caught my chin between his forefinger and thumb, his voice low. “Still . . . I only ever want to give with you. I don’t want you to feel like I’m ever taking from you.”

It was a moment that could ruin this feeling between us if I let it because I saw the sincerity in his eyes, and I realized that he truly had no idea how much he was planning to take from me as soon as that damn album launched.

It hurt my heart. So much.

But there was a much bigger piece of my heart that had quickly grown addicted to this. To being with him. To feeling more alive than I had in years. I couldn’t let that go. I wanted this feeling to last forever.

I replied, “Don’t you think making you feel good makes me feel good?” I pushed my hand under his boxers and fisted his steely hot length.

Killian hissed in pleasure, falling immediately into my touch and quickly reaching for the wall to brace his hands on either side of my head.

I wanted him to be distracted all day by the memory of me on my knees with his dick in my mouth. I wanted to have power over him like he had power over me.

He tensed when I let go of him to yank his jeans and boxers down; I lowered myself in front of him. “Skylar,” he rasped as his eyes flared.

And then he was groaning my name over and over, rocking his hips with building desire as I licked and sucked him. Watching him pant, his face contorted with raw lust, made me so turned on my own hips undulated.

“I’m going to come,” he warned on a groan and I slipped him out of my mouth to fist him through his orgasm.

“Skylar, fuck!” He came all over my breasts and I felt my lower belly ripple in a mini-orgasm.

Sex-fogged desperation still clung to me as Killian came down from his climax. I got to my feet, reaching for him, for his mouth.

He kissed me hungrily, falling into me as I leaned back against the wall and took hold of his wrist, pulling it from the wall at my head and leading his hand between my legs.

He immediately slipped his fingers inside me and I gripped his waist for support, rocking against the thrusts of his fingers. “I’ve got you,” he muttered, “I’ve got you.”

It took very little time for my orgasm to shatter through me.

We slumped against each other, limbs loose with satisfaction. After a moment of trying to catch our breaths, I felt his soft lips pepper kisses along my shoulder, all the way up my neck to my ear. “I think we both need a shower.”

“You’ll be late.”

“Do you think I care?” His hands roamed down my waist like he couldn’t not touch me. “I now have the memory of you on your knees with my cock on your mouth. Whenever I want to, I can have that image in my head. That’s more than worth being late to the fucking office.”