Idol (VIP, #1)(31)

“Killian.” It’s a whimper of need.

He hears it and lifts his eyes to mine. I’m so undone, I don’t notice his hands moving until they’re in my hair, tugging me to him. We meet in the middle, our kiss deep and messy but right to the heart of it, as if we both knew how it would be, as if we’ve been here before.

And yet every touch of his lips to mine, every slide of his tongue in my mouth is this new, brilliant white and searing hot thing, sending a jolt of feeling straight through me. Every time.

I fall into his kiss, sinking deep, needing more, more, more. I’m hot, sweaty. His body is a furnace, and I only want to get closer, skin to skin, slick and sliding.

My arms twine around his neck, my fingers combing along his newly shorn hair. The press of my aching breasts to his firm chest has us both groaning. He grips my shoulders, holds me tight.

I don’t know how long we stay there, making out like teens in the dark. Long enough that I grow dizzy, my body one big throb of want. Long enough that my jaw aches and my lips swell.

When he finally pulls back, it isn’t far. His lips brush mine as we breathe light and fast, both of us trembling.

“We should have been doing this all along,” he says against my mouth.

“All day long.” I touch his jaw, lightly kiss his swollen lips.

His eyes flutter closed, long lashes touching the crest of his checks. He turns in to me, running the tip of his nose against mine. “I knew it would be so good. I shouldn’t have held back the first time I wanted to kiss you.”

“When was that?” Everything feels languid, hot, slow. His touch, mine. I nuzzle his neck, drawing in the scent of his skin.

He smiles, small and smug. “When you threatened to shoot me.”

“I hated you then.”

A low hum vibrates in his throat. “You found me irresistible. You would have caved.”

“I would have bitten you.”

“Bite me now.”

That husky whisper has me moving, seeking his lips. I nip his lush bottom one, tugging at it gently, and he groans, drawing me in, slipping his slick tongue along mine. “Tell me you want this too, baby doll.”

“Want what?” I can’t think, my head is heavy, my limbs fumbling.

His dark eyes meet mine. “Everything.”

My finger shakes as I trace the dark line of his brow. His lids lower, his head tilting to follow my touch. I lean in, kiss the corner of his eye. “Only with you.”





Chapter Nine





Killian



Libby weighs next to nothing in my arms, but my knees are weak as I stumble into the bedroom. I barely see where I’m going. I can’t stop kissing her. God, she tastes good. I don’t ever want to stop.

We tumble onto the bed, me protecting her fall and bracing myself over her.

But she’s a greedy girl, tugging me down, wrapping her lush legs around my waist to grind herself against my cock. I love it. Love the way she kisses me like she’s starving for it. Love the way she strokes my skin with a strange mix of tenderness and possession.

It is not bullshit or bluster to say I’ve been adored by millions. I’ve been pursued by countless women. But I have never felt as wanted as I do now. Being on stage is addictive, but it’s nothing compared to this.

My fingers fumble on the snap of her jean shorts. She lifts her sweet butt to help me pull them off. We’re both panting. It’s too hot to be doing this. I couldn’t give a f*ck. No way am I stopping. I want her so badly right now, I can barely see straight.

Her shorts fly over my shoulder, and I kiss my way down her slick body, pausing at her tits, because they need to be worshiped just a little bit more. I could spend all night here. But I’ve caught a glimpse of what waits for me.

I can’t get there fast enough, settling down on the bed and gently spreading her legs to make room for me. Heat licks over my skin, and my balls draw tight. “Oh, God, you have such a cute little *.”

Her head wrenches up, and she glares at me down the length of her body. “Do not call it cute.”

“But it is,” I croon, placing a soft kiss on her pink bud, loving the way it jumps under my touch. I hum in satisfaction. “So f*cking cute.”

She plops back onto the pillow, her voice weak. “Fine. Whatever.”

I know she loves it. Every dirty word that comes out of my mouth gets her wetter. I stroke my knuckle along her swollen lips, watching her glisten. My voice is low and rough. “We’re going to have to work at getting my cock in here.”

She whimpers, her hips canting, trying to follow my touch.

I push my own hips against the bed. “It’ll be so tight, this little *.”

Jesus, I almost come right there. My breath whooshes out, and I’m slightly dizzy. I lower my head. A groan tears out of her as I gently suckle her clit. Hell, I moan too because she tastes like butterscotch, rich and sweet and f*cking perfect.

Everything gets hazy, thick and dark. I’m so hot my skin prickles and shivers. There’s nothing but me and the feel of her against my tongue, the sounds she makes—little whimpers—and the wet suck and slide of my mouth. My palms grasp her plush thighs, hold them steady as she writhes.

“Killian…God.”

I pull back from my feast, loving how hot I’ve made her, and give her a smile. “For you, I’ll answer to both.”