Keep It Sexy (KIS Series Book 3)

by Snow, Olivia

  “Hi,” he said breathlessly. Giggling, I stopped instantly when I felt his erection press against my belly.

  “Hi,” I replied, my voice coming out in a husky whisper.

  “Am I forgiven?” he asked, while focusing on my lips. And my stomach did this flipping thing and I couldn’t help but move just enough to feel him against me again. This forced a groan out of him.

  “Are you purposefully trying to tease me, Sybil?” he asked in a hushed tone. Never in my life have I experienced such an erotic jolt at the sound of my full name. So much so that my eyes rolled back.

  “Christian,” I moaned, when he rolled his hips into me. Temptation had reared its head, and honestly this wasn’t the first time that I had fallen under this sort of a predicament, but it was the first I was questioning giving in and finding it hard to hold onto my personal standards. “Christian,” I said again, clearer, but still sounding like I was moaning.

  He moved again and this time he nuzzled his head closer to my neck so he could kiss it. Closing my eyes, I relished the feel of his warm lips on my heated skin. I was hungry and needy with months of pent-up sexual frustration; I was battling against it. When my eyes fluttered open, I noticed the patch on my backpack on top of my dresser. Christian didn’t need me to tell him to stop because as soon as the green and black square had caught my attention, my body went rigid.

  “Why’d you do it?” I asked, knowing he knew what I meant. Christian let out a long, uneven breath.

  “Because I wanted to see if you’d react to it. But to be honest, babe, the song…once I heard which one it was, I pushed her away.”

  I frowned. “You wanted to see if I’d react?” I pushed him back and sat up, crossing my legs. Christian sat up and ran his hands over his chest.

  “Lately, it feels like…you built a wall around yourself. I feel left out.”

  “Because you’re lying,” I whispered without thinking.

  Christian straightened his back as his head snapped in my direction. I recovered quickly and continued, “The night of your drunken serenade, you told me you loved me and conveniently you forgot the things you said that night.”

  Christian let out what sounded like a relieved breath before crawling over to sit next to me.

  “I’m not lying about that, Billie. I do love you and I don’t remember that I said that. I’m an asshole for saying it to you drunk, but honestly, I don’t remember it. And if I did, I wouldn’t have a problem with telling you that I do love you.” His words held substance, but his actions said an entirely different thing. And I didn’t like that he had to play mind games to reassure himself that I still had feelings for him; he could have asked me. We’d always been honest with each other, although, recently it seemed we were both entangled in a web of lies.

  “Billie, look at me.” His finger wrapped around my chin, pulling my attention to his face. “Look at the fire in my eyes, Billie, because this only happens when I see you.”

  My eyes watered. I tried to look away, but he forced me to stay still.

  “Tell me you see it,” he said.

  And I could. It was honest and fierce and it burned straight through me. I couldn’t deny that he loved me, like I couldn’t deny that I had fallen in love with him the first time we met. It had taken my brain time to catch up with my heart, but now I didn’t care what was outside these four walls. The mistakes, the words, and the truths we withheld from each other, none of it mattered. Because I loved him, and he loved me, and there was only one thing I wanted to do. Even if tomorrow brought on more difficulties, I knew remembering this night would get us through whatever else was thrown in our direction.

  Gripping his hand, I tugged it down slowly, moving my face closer to his. Christian’s eyes grew as his chest extended and fell rapidly. I fanned out my palm on his chest, feeling the hardness underneath his shirt. He was warm and I could feel the cadenced beating of his heart. Bump. Bump. Bump.

  “Billie?” He inhaled. “What are you doing?”

  I slid my hands deliberately from his chest to grip the back of his neck. He stiffened against me, but I kept going. I moved to straddle him and like an unspoken command, Christian moved to the middle of the bed. My nose grazed against his neck, causing him to shiver. I took in a deep breath and inhaled his scent, which drove a ball of comfort and want to my core. Giving me the last dose of encouragement I needed.

  “I love you,” I whispered against his jaw. “I’m ready.” I kissed his skin, and he hissed, still not moving.

  “Are you sure?” he replied. “We can wait, babe.” I grinned, kissing his jaw again and then his neck.

  “No more waiting,” I answered.

  Christian made a feral noise from deep down in his throat before gripping my hips with his hands. I panted. Feeling his hands on me felt different this time. It sent a wave of fire down to my toes and up to my head. He lifted me, and seconds later I felt the softness of my bed. I was still in my uniform; I hadn’t bothered undressing when I got home. As Christian positioned himself between my legs, my thighs fell to the side on their own accord, exposing the bottom part of me. His hands sunk in my bed as he caged me in with his vast torso and arms.

  “You’re mine, and tonight I’m letting your body know who it belongs to,” he whispered slowly as he circled the tip of his nose around mine. My tongue shot out to lick my lips, instantly drawing his attention to my mouth. Was I really going through with this? With shaking hands, I gripped the hem of my shirt and slowly lifted it off my body, giving Christian time to pull back a little to give me room.

  This wasn’t the first time he’d seen me shirtless, but the way he was looking at me made it feel like this was the first time our bodies were being introduced. Christian’s stare traveled from my fingertips to my neck, roaming my body as if he was wishing this would make a permanent imprint in his memory. The feeling that was brought on by it fueled my insides, causing me tremble. That alone blew my uncertainty out the window. His finger trailed from my shoulder down my arm, making me shiver.

  “Your skin feels like silk,” he said huskily, lowering the strap from my simple black bra down my shoulder. I looked down to see his other hand do the same to the opposite shoulder, and I almost laughed at how apparent our size difference was. His hand completely covered my shoulder and when his palm cradled the side of my cheek it enclosed half my face. “I love you,” he said before kissing me.

  He worked my lips until I was breathless and yearning for more. I felt the warmth of his mouth on my neck and then down on my naked shoulder. His teeth nipped my skin, and I arched toward him, begging him for more. I felt his smile against my skin as he trailed lower, down my torso. He kissed the valley between my small breasts as he placed his palm on my chest and gently pushed me down.

  Once I was positioned where he wanted me, he roughly gripped the middle of my bra and jerked it down to my stomach, making me gasp. My already hard nipples pebbled harder as the cold air hit them. He pinched one. I cried out, jerking my head to see the blaze of lust in his eyes. I didn’t have a chance to recover and find my voice before he was on his knees, pulling my panties down. Then he had his mouth all over me, licking and lapping my center. I screamed his name when he sucked on my clit and pumped two fingers inside of me. I was losing my mind; I’d never experienced the touch of a man in this way.

  I was spiraling out of control, and I needed to hold onto something. As I searched for something to hold, I felt his soft brown waves and gripped them, hard. Christian growled and worked harder to drive me to the edge. My legs shook and muscles constricted as the orgasm tore through me. I threw my head back, screaming his name, almost hitting the wall with the back of my head. He kissed me one last time on my inner thigh before standing. He stretched his hands behind his back and pulled his shirt off. The moonlight illuminated his tattoos, which moved while his arms worked to pull off his belt.

  Before dropping his pants and boxers, he pulled out his wallet, retrieving a square wrapper. Once I felt confid
ent enough that my limbs were working, I unhooked my bra and dropped it to the floor beside me. Christian, with his dimpled smile, moved over to me and tightened his hold around the waistband of my skirt. He slid it down my thighs and off my legs. Then I stood, grabbing his shoulders. I pushed him down on my bed, making him laugh.

  “I want to ride you,” I said.

  Christian groaned as he positioned himself on the bed. “Fuck, that’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard you say.”

  He handed me the condom, and he hissed when I pulled the slippery latex over his shaft. Placing my palm in his, Christian helped me as I straddled him. He pulled me down for a sweet kiss before I lowered myself onto him. I wasn’t down all the way before he sat up and circled an arm around my waist, gripping the back of my neck with his other hand. We moved together, while the intensity bounced between us.

  Christian kissed and nipped at my skin as my head was thrown back, and I was submersed in feelings of pleasure. With each thrust, our bodies became slick with sweat. I was climbing closer, and I felt he was almost there, with every deep grind of his hips. Christian pulled me down on the mattress by my neck. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist as he held himself up on his knees. He ground himself into me while gripping my hips. His pace quickened, and soon he was slamming into me. I pulled at the sheet, holding the fabric with clenched fists and moaning, begging for more.

  “Oh, God, Christian, I’m close.” I panted.

  He lowered his mouth to my breast and circled his teeth around it, gently biting down and sucking all at once. I came with full force as he rammed deeper into me while his damp forehead rested between my breasts. Christian’s groans became louder before following behind me. I felt his kiss on my skin before he pulled out slowly and walked to the bathroom. In a sedated state, I moved to the top of the bed and waited for him to return. I wasn’t aware I had fallen asleep until the warmth of his naked body pressed against mine, waking me up.

  “Shh, it’s okay, go back to sleep,” he whispered, pulling me to snuggle on his side. I smiled hazily before kissing his chest. I wrapped my leg over his, making him chuckle before we both fell asleep.

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Christian

  Last night was beautifully unexpected. If I thought I knew what good sex was, last night blew all that out the window. And if I was uncertain of my feelings for her, making her mine was the confirmation I didn’t need. Which was making this very moment too difficult to handle. I needed something to bring to the table until I had a chance to bust Connor all on my own without fishing for information from Billie. I could have easily asked Marquis for help, but that meant I would be in debt to him once again. I’d been awake for a while as I watched her sleep in my arms. When she stirred, there was a smile on her face like she knew I’d been watching her.

  “How long have you been awake?” she croaked, her sweet voice full of sleep.

  “I’m not sure. A while.”

  “And you’ve been staring at me this whole time?”

  “Mm-hm.” I shifted to get on top of her and in between her warm thighs. Initially my intentions were to speak to her about her family’s criminal activities, but having her awake, soft, and naked next to me did things to me.

  “What are you doing?” she teased in a breathy whisper as I planted wet open mouthed kisses on her neck. Billie gasped when my dick pressed against her.

  “What do you think?”

  She arched her back when I flicked her nipple with my tongue, and moaned when I sucked on it. My eyes snapped open when I felt her fingers around my cock and wetness at the tip. I let her breast pop out of my mouth as I lifted myself a little to look at her with hooded eyes. Fuck that felt fantastic.

  “Babe…” I struggled to speak when she moaned some more and moved me faster around her clit. “Let me grab a…con…dom.”

  “Just the tip,” she said. “Let me feel you without anything…” She panted. “Just for a little while.” My head was spinning with her honeyed pleading moans and the sexy sounds she was making. Not to mention how close I was to her wet warm entrance. I was finding it hard to think logically. I could very easily move an inch and slide completely inside of her.

  “Are you asking to get pregnant?” I murmured. She was breathing faster as her movements quickened, and I threw my head back, praying to God for some strength.

  “Please, baby…just a little?” This was an entirely different Billie. She was enticing in a different way, needy and insatiable. A man only had so much willpower before he gave in.

  “Billie, sweetheart, let’s be smart abouuu—” My eyes fluttered closed as did my mouth when she slipped me inside. She was snug. Hot, soft, and wet. She felt like nirvana, like a warm blanket covering my entire being. “Aw, fuck, baby.” I wheezed, thrusting on instinct.

  “Oopsie,” she whispered, lifting herself to nip at my earlobe.

  “You’re the devil, you know that?”

  “Yeah, sure, whatever, just keep doing what you’re doing.”

  I tried to laugh, but was stupefied when she moved underneath me, matching my movements.

  “I’m not…coming…inside of you.” I gulped in uneven breaths.

  “No shit. Just pull out.” There she was. This time, I managed to chuckle, rolling my hips against her and zapping that smug smile off her face. She whimpered in response, biting down on her bottom lip and clenching the sheet on either side of her hips. My movements were slow and tormenting, almost like punishing her for making me lose my mind. Billie whispered pleasing words like, more, faster, and I’m so close with every kiss, every touch and every move I made.

  When she came, her muscles squeezed and released me as she trembled. I slammed harder against her, feeling my release seconds away. I groaned when I came, pulling out just in time. Coming all over her stomach, unintentionally. Well, almost. My breathing was strenuous, but it felt like I had almost forgotten how to breathe entirely. Billie propped herself on her elbows and touched her belly. Inspecting it, like she’d never seen come before.

  “Hmm, well, this is a first.”

  “I’ve claimed you as mine now,” I said. “Don’t ever forget that.” I kissed her nose. Jumping off the bed, I bent down to pick her up. She squealed, careful not to move too much. “Shower time.”

  ***

  The shower took longer than expected. I was washing myself when Billie grabbed my hand and put it between her legs.

  “Baby, I need more time before I can fuck you again.”

  Needy Billie was back, and she was my favorite so far. She pouted. I had to guess she wasn’t used to wanting sex this much in her past relationships.

  “So, your mouth and fingers need some time too?” she snapped, and I smirked.

  Nope, Mouthy Billie was still my favorite. As any man would do, I used my mouth and fingers on my girl. Fuck, I wasn’t going to say no to a needy, feisty Billie, not while she was wet and naked in front of me. I wouldn’t say no to her, regardless. This girl had me wrapped around her finger, but I wasn’t going to tell her that. When we were dressed and dry, sitting across from each other at our favorite diner, the weight of what I had to do fell on my shoulders.

  “Have you ever met any of your dad’s contacts?” I asked while taking a piece of cantaloupe to my mouth. Billie’s eyebrows inched to her scalp while she looked at me with a smirk.

  “Why are you asking?”

  My throat felt like gravel. I had to force the fruit down. “Just curious how he’s never managed to get caught.”

  Billie’s lips widened she wiped her mouth with a napkin before sitting back in her seat. “What makes you think he hasn’t?”

  I cocked my head to the side, surprised by her response.

  Billie chuckled. “Chris, Don is the sharpest, most cunning man you will ever meet. He has dirt on everyone, and through the years he’s made more friends than he has enemies. Only the stupidest of people would try to go against him.”

  My stomach dropped to the floor
. I wasn’t afraid for myself; I was afraid of what Don might do to my mom in retaliation if I managed to get him locked up. But I didn’t want to pin him down. It was Connor who I intended to put away.

  Billie’s smile stayed put throughout our entire meal. I thought it was because of my awkward questions and how that reminded her of the beginning and the conversations we used to have. Afterward, we stopped by my apartment so I could pick up some clothes and drove back to her place until my shift started. Billie was off tonight.

  We sat in her nearly empty living room on the couch. I leaned back, lying down. Her back was pressed against my stomach and her head on my chest. I ran my fingers through her coffee colored tresses until I thought of a brilliant idea and decided to teach myself how to braid hair while she spoke about her experiences in college. I failed, and my fingers ended up tangled in her hair. When I grumbled and pulled my hand away, she giggled.

  “No luck?”

  “It’s harder than it looks.” I picked up her hand, holding it in mine. I ran my thumb across the soft skin on her wrist and fingers. “Sing to me.”

  “On one condition.”

  “Jesus Christ, woman, you’re going to kill me!”

  Billie laughed, turning herself so her stomach was in between my legs.

  “Not that, not until later,” she replied. I smirked.

  “What then?”

  “We dance.” She beamed and my heart did a little dance of its own.

  “Okay, you sing then we dance.” She climbed on top of me, then looked off into space as she tapped her finger against her lips. Then she cleared her throat before she started singing. Instantly, her song choice grabbed my attention. She’d chosen “Criminal” by Fiona Apple. There were some parts I smiled at, and others that made me frown, confused if they held a deeper meaning to her. This was an older song, and I was dying to know why she selected it. When she finished, she laughed at the intrigued and puzzled look on my face.