Fighting Fate (Fighting #7)(51)

My back arches off the bed as an orgasm, so intense it makes stars flash behind my eyes, rips through me. I call out his name, fork my hands through his hair, and finally calm when he slams his lips to mine. I devour his mouth and tremble in his arms. His tongue glides along mine in languorous strokes as he coaxes me back down.

“You okay?” he whispers against my lips.

“Never better.” I grin, but it’s lazy as I’m drained of energy.

He moves and maneuvers my legs apart then guides my foot up to his lower back. I follow with the other until my legs are locked tightly around him. “I love it like this, feeling you all around me.” He slides in deep and pulls almost all the way out then repeats it. “I can feel your heartbeat against my chest. Your thighs shake. It’s unbelievable, Ax.”

“I love you.”

He moans into my neck and quickens his pace until he’s powering into me. I tilt my hips, and he gasps just before he thrusts one last time and holds himself there. This man, this valiant and honorable man, lies limp in my arms and totally at my mercy.

We kiss until his weight on me causes my legs to go numb. He rolls off and goes to the bathroom to get rid of the condom. I hop up to grab my sweats, but when he sees me, he scoops one arm around my waist and tosses me to the bed. “Oh no, no clothes.”

“But how are we going to make something to eat?”

“Naked.” He pulls the covers back on the bed and motions for me to crawl beneath them.

I do. “Is that safe?”

He hits me with a questioning smirk. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

I shrug. “Oh, you know, fire and private parts.”

He frowns and crawls into bed to pull me into his arms. “Good point. Guess we’ll have to make sandwiches.”

“I can live with that.”

“Now that we managed to knock off some of the sexual tension so our brains can work properly, wanna watch a movie?”

I giggle and nuzzle deeper into his chest. “Sure, what do you have?”

He pulls three DVD cases off the bedside table, and my eyes are glued to the way the muscles in his side stretch and tense with the movement. He leans back against the pillows, pulls me back to his chest, and holds them up one at a time. “Jurassic World, The Martian, or Terminator Genisys.” He fans them out for me to choose.

“Hmm… I’m going to go with Jurassic World.”

“Good choice. It’s hard to say no to a dino flick.”

“More like it’s hard to say no to a Chris Pratt flick.”

“Hey! No lusting after other guys in my bed.” He tickles me and I scream for mercy.

He moves to the DVD player that sits on his dresser just below the flat screen. His wide back and full round ass are like a playground for my eyes as they dance over every sculpted mound. When he turns around to head back to the bed, I blush at his brazen nakedness. He crawls under the covers and pulls me into his side.

“You know, for someone who doesn’t have a lot of experience being naked around women, you sure are comfortable strutting around in front of me.” I’ve often wondered if Killian’s sexual experience was more than he shared. I’ve never been with a virgin before him, so I can’t be sure, but he certainly doesn’t move like an inexperienced man.

He points the remote at the screen to get the movie started. “Does my openness bother you?”

Flashes of his bare body assault my mind. “No. Just surprising, that’s all.”

He hits play and drops the remote at his side. “I guess it’s because you’re my best friend, Ax. That and I don’t have body issues. There’s nothing on me I wouldn’t be proud to show off to the right girl.”

I peer up at him. “Well, aren’t we arrogant.”

He kisses the top of my head. “Not arrogant, just honest. I’ll always be honest with you.”

Honesty is something I know very little about, and the mention of it triggers a flicker of panic. “Promise?”

He pulls my chin, his eyes scarily serious. “I promise to give you everything; in all things, you’ll always come first.” He takes my hand resting on his chest and makes an X over his heart with my finger and kisses my knuckles. “Cross my heart.”

I melt deeper into him, and to avoid bursting into tears at the meaning behind his confession, I focus on the screen. Two young boys, brothers I think, are on a boat on their way to get eaten by dinosaurs.

“You’d think they’d have learned their lesson from the first three movies,” he mumbles, settling in as his hand holds mine to his chest.

“Right? But then we wouldn’t get to watch Chris Pratt in a tight shirt, chasing dinosaurs.”

He gasps and rolls on top of me. “What did I say about lusting over other men while in my bed?”

I chew my lip and pretend to remember. “Hmm… I’m pretty sure you said it was encouraged.”

He buries his face in my neck. “You’re a horrible listener.”

The heat of his breath sends goose bumps down my arms.

“And you’re a jealous boyfriend.”

He nuzzles against me and moans. “Fuck yeah, I am.” He nips at my skin. “And don’t you forget it.” He drops his weight between my legs and kisses my throat tenderly, his lips barely a ghost against my skin.