Page 127 of Bad Influence
“When should we go see them?”
“Tomorrow? After work?” I chew the inside of my lip. “I want to get this over with.”
Killian brushes strands of hair off my face. “I love you.”
I can’t stop my grin. “I’m never going to get tired of hearing that.”
“I’m never going to get tired of saying it.”
He turns onto his back and I move closer, resting my head on his shoulder as he wraps an arm around me. I trace the outline of the butterfly on his chest.
“What’s this?” I ask, tracing the date on the side of his rib.
Killian’s lips brush against the top of my head. “That’s the first time I made you laugh.”
I move my head back to look at him. “What?”
He looks back at me with shimmering blue eyes.
“You were always such a serious child around people. Whenyou were on your own, you had so much fun, running around, playing in the garden at the club,” he says.
“You used to watch me, but if I tried talking to you, you’d turn red and run away. Until this day, when I slipped on mud and fell directly into the fountain. You were what, nineteen? It took nineteen years for me to hear you laugh for the first time.”
I push up onto my elbow, looking at the date on his rib.
He tattooed the date when he first heard me laugh onto his body.
“Killian, I—” I choke because I’m not sure what to say. What can I possibly say that will put words to this mountainous feeling inside my chest?
I don’t say anything. Instead, I kiss him, and I pour all my feelings into that kiss becauseI love yousomehow doesn’t feel enough right now.
The kiss is soft at first, just brief touches of our lips. As we continue, it grows more heated, as it always does with us. Killian flips me onto my back as he settles between my spread thighs. The kiss grows more frantic and needy, tongues tangling together, hands all over our bodies.
Killian’s hands push under my shirt and we break the kiss only for a second for him to pull it over my head. His heated eyes land on my heaving chest as he cups a hand over one breast.
“Each time I see you like this, I’m stunned by your beauty,” he says. “I’ll never get enough of you.”
His mouth wraps around the tip of my breast and I groan, my hips jerking upwards. Squeezing my tits together, he licks one tip then the other, sucking and biting until they’re so sensitive. As he tweaks one between his thumb and forefinger and sucks the other, I come with a sharp cry.
Killian smiles against my skin, kissing up my neck to my lips.
“I love when you come from your tits being played with.”
I open my eyes and look at him, hovering over me. “I love everything you do to me.”
Kissing his way down my body, he removes my panties andthen his mouth is on me, while his hands play with my tits. I grip the back of his head as he peeks up at me.
Something about him looking at me from this angle always makes me feel so powerful. Maybe it’s the idea of him being desperate for me. Of him worshipping me.
“Yes, just like that,” I groan, when he flicks my clit.
“Sweetest fucking pussy, baby. Promise me when I’m dying you’ll sit on my face so I can die a happy man,” he says.
“Killian!” I don’t know whether to laugh or be appalled.
“Let a man die doing what he loves, Caroline.”
With a smirk, he pushes his tongue inside me and I fall back on the bed, my body arching. I give myself over to him.
