Page 82 of Beneath the Mountain Sky

Killian supports his body on one elbow, ensuring the pressure doesn’t hurt me, even as his other hand shifts until the meaty part of his palm rubs against my clit.

The slightest touch makes me twitch.

“I’m going to help you relax.” His lips feather across my earlobe. “And warm up.” He nips gently, the flash of pain so fucking good. “Because you need to do both. But that’s all that’s going to happen, Honeybee. Do you understand me?”

I whimper, a devastated, pathetic sound that I wish hadn’t just come from my mouth.

He isn’t going to give me what I want.

He isn’t going to give me all of him.

I try to pull my head back to see his eyes, but he keeps his face buried along my neck and then shifts his hand to slip my panties to the side and glide his fingers through my wet core.

“Fuck.” His chest rumbles with his approval. “I’ve missed the feel of you.”

Fingertips play in my heat, barely touching, gentle strokes and feather-light brushes.

I gasp at the sensation, heat flaming up and tension swelling so easily with the simplest of touches from those familiar calloused hands.

It isn’t enough.

Not nearly enough.

Those light stroking fingers will be the death of me.

“Please, I need…”

He finally draws his head back, his eyes meeting mine, and I see the icy determination there. Killian wants me. I can feel the evidence of it pressed to my thigh and witness it in the way he looks at me. But there will be no convincing him tonight.

It’s too soon.

There’s still too much standing between us, too many things unspoken.

I won’t get all of him tonight, even if it’s what I so desperately want.

But Killian would never leave me hanging.

He will always give me exactly what I need—most of the time knowing what that is even before I do.

He slides one finger into me easily, and I groan, my eyes rolling back at the sensation as I clasp around it. Not enough. He thrusts in and out of me slowly a few times, still grinding his palm against my clit to increase the pleasure before he slides a second finger in, spreading me wider.

“Oh, fuck.”

With a slight shift of his position, his hard cock presses into my belly, assuring me he isn’t unaffected by what’s happening between us, even if he is going to deny me that.

He would deny himself rather than risk doing something I’m not ready for.

Fuck, I love this man…

And I want to scream it.

I want him to know it.

But Killian’s hand moves against me, those long, strong fingers stroking the perfect spot deep inside, stealing my ability to speak. His breath hitches near my ear. “Christ, you’re so beautiful like this, Honeybee. Do you know that?”

I nod, knowing that’s what he wants, what he needs—the validation that what he’s doing is working me up, that his praise is only going to build me up higher faster.

It’s always been a rush, knowing Killian McBride wants me.