Kane's Ransom: A BWWM Mafia Romance Novel (17 page)

She tried not to shiver as his eyes did pass over her, taking her in. Was he imagining her in other positions, how she might look without her clothes? Glancing down at herself, Alicia briefly wished that she'd put on something a bit more flattering than sweatpants and a tee shirt. The clothes felt comfortable, but they were also definitely loose, not showing off any of her slender assets.

Not that she needed to show off for Killian. Or wanted to, whatever. She could keep her fantasies about him to herself, and knew that this wasn't the right time or place to say anything. Not in the middle of a kidnapping, not to a man who was clearly in an entirely different social class from her, even if the two of them were temporarily pushed together.

"You know," Killian remarked offhandedly after a minute, "I think that there's a flyer for a pizza place in the check-in book. They'll probably deliver straight up to the hotel room..."

He let the words trail off, and Alicia took the hint. She hopped up from her seat and darted over to grab the flyer in question off of the little table by the entrance to the hotel room, opening it up as she flopped back down onto the sofa. "Pizza sounds great to me," she confessed, passing it over to Killian.

"Not my usual meal - but it's been awhile since I've had one, and I think I could be convinced to try something with a couple types of meat," he grinned back at her, digging his cell phone out of his back pocket beneath him on the sofa. He held the flyer in one hand as he dialed the number on his phone with the other, and then lifted the cell phone up to his ear.

A few minutes later, he hung up and dropped the phone back down into his lap. "Should be here in fifteen to twenty minutes," he told Alicia, who grinned back at him, clapping her hands together in anticipation.

They chatted for another couple of minutes, and then Killian stood up from the couch, stretching. "Let me go get out of my jacket," he said, shrugging the item of clothing off and turning to the front closet. "After hanging out in that Mob bar, I feel like I'm still walking around in a half-solid cloud of cigar smoke."

"I didn't want to say anything, but..." Alicia commented, wrinkling her little nose at him.

As soon as Killian's back was turned, she quickly jumped up from the sofa, moving over to glance into one of the mirrors hanging on the wall of the hotel room. Looking at it, she tried to push back her hair and smooth it into some sense of order, rubbing with annoyance at a little bit of fuzz that clung to the side of her face. She pulled at her shirt, wishing that it was tighter, that it wrapped around her thin frame a little more closely. Dammit, she looked more like a child in oversized clothes than a real woman!

When Killian turned back around to face her after putting his jacket in the closet, however, Alicia quickly pulled her hands back down and away. "Just needed to stretch," she stammered out, hoping her smile to the man looked somewhat genuine.

A couple of minutes later, the doorbell to the hotel room rang. Killian hopped up from the couch, looking alert and suspicious. "Wait here for a moment," he ordered Alicia as he stalked towards the door.

She watched him go, suddenly feeling her heart rate increase. Was this danger?

A minute later, however, Killian returned back, looking a lot less concerned - and bearing a couple of flat boxes, from which a delicious smell wafted out! As soon as her nostrils caught the scent, her mouth began watering. "Pizza's here!" he announced.

Instead of carrying the pizza over to the little crowded coffee table, however, Killian glanced around - and then decided on the bed. Alicia hopped up from the couch and joined him, flopping down and reclining on the bed as they pulled the boxes open and hungrily dug into the hot, steaming, deliciously greasy food. She couldn't remember the last time she'd eaten on a bed, laying down and relaxing, but she should do it more often!

Given how hungry both of them felt, it didn't take long for them to devour most of the pizza, and the garlic bread that Killian had ordered as a side didn't fare much better. Twenty minutes later, Alicia leaned back with a satisfied sigh, patting her stomach. "Do I look pregnant?" she asked, feeling her full belly.

"You look just fine," Killian said - and then, his eyes briefly widening, he let out a loud belch. "Oh man, excuse me!"

The unexpected sound made Alicia laugh, and she flopped back a little further on the bed, feeling the soft mattress sink beneath her. "Oh man, I don't think I've pigged out like that in ages," she confessed.

She glanced over at Killian, who grinned back - and she saw that he had a little bit of pizza sauce on the corner of his mouth, right past his lips! "Hey, hold on," she said. She kicked the pizza box back out of the way, rolled over towards him, and brought her thumb up to wipe the sauce off of his face.

Her roll across the bed brought her bumping up against the man, landing partly on his chest. She slipped her thumb across his face, catching the offending little drop of pizza sauce and wiping it off the rough texture of his stubble, but her eyes instead found themselves staring into his, into those little chips of blue...

And suddenly, she couldn't break her gaze away.

"Sorry," she whispered, her thumb still an inch away from his face, holding the little drop of red sauce. "You just had some sauce..."

Her words trailed off - and then, bringing his own hand up to wrap around her wrist, Killian leaned forward and kissed the tip of her thumb. Alicia's entire body shivered as she felt his tongue push gently against the whorled texture of her fingertip, wiping the sauce away and leaving just a tiny little trace of dampness.

"Thanks," he whispered in a husky voice, staring back into her face.

Alicia could feel her body bumping up against him as they both reclined on the bed, could feel the hard lines of his figure beneath his jeans and tight shirt. Even through the thick, soft cotton of her sweatpants, her body felt flushed as it pushed itself up against him, almost unconsciously. She felt frozen, paralyzed, waiting for something to happen.

She felt as though her entire universe teetered on the point of a pin, and she didn't know which way it would fall.

Killian's hand still held her wrist loosely, but slowly, ever so slowly, it slid up her arm, wrapping around her chest and pulling her in a little closer to him. Alicia moved along with the arm's guidance, letting it tug her a little closer to him, rolling her up so that she lay all the way on top of his body, pressing down against him and feeling his stiffness as he supported her. Her legs spread slightly open, pushing her pelvis down against his hips, her arms landing on either side of his shoulders to support her, an inch above his face.

She started to open her mouth, but she had no idea what to say, instead just parting her lips as she stared down at this man beneath her, a man who had suddenly become the closest person in her life.

Killian stared back at her. Do something, won't you? yelled the little voice in Alicia's head. She didn't know if it was yelling at her, Killian, or both of them. But even as that voice tried to spur her into motion, she still felt paralyzed, caught on that pin's point and unable to decide which way to fall.

And then, Killian decided for her.

Ever so gently, his face rose up slightly, moving in a little closer to hers. For a moment, she stared back at him, and then she let her eyes close, tilting her head slightly so that her mouth could move towards his.

Their lips met, first ever so gently, and then strengthening a little as they pushed together, growing into the fullness of a real kiss.

The moment still felt as fragile as a soap bubble, about to pop at any moment, but Alicia leaned into the kiss. She pushed one hand beneath the back of Killian's neck, pulling him in closer. He reciprocated, his hands tightening around her body on top of him, his mouth parting slightly as his tongue ever so gently slid out to explore the wetness of her mouth. She met it with her own, letting the pair of them wrap delightedly around each other.

Scarcely a minute later, their kisses grew wild, passionate. Killian's hands slid up and down her back, grabbing at her shirt, tugging it up to reveal the bare, brown skin of her back as he kissed her. On top of him, Alicia hunched her back, letting him pull her shirt up, her own hands clutching at his face, his cheeks, his short hair, keeping him on her mouth and covering him in kisses, not caring about how wet and sloppy they were.

She could feel him, now, growing hard inside his jeans beneath her pelvis! Delighted, Alicia ground down, rubbing her hips slightly back and forth on top of him, feeling him respond. He had finally pushed her shirt up, now, and had discovered that she hadn't bothered to put on a bra underneath after finishing her bath. She broke away from the kiss, gasping, so that she could pull the damn bit of clothing up over her head and off her arms, and his hands shot up to cup her small, firm, apple-shaped breasts, gently squeezing them and massaging them. A minute later, she gasped again, as she felt him sit up just enough so that he could run his slightly raspy tongue over one super sensitive nipple.

"Oh, god," she cried out, loving the feel of his mouth, his tongue, on her chest. She slipped forward, down to press her chest against his face, flinging her hips back and forth faster on top of him, feeling him grind against her through the fabric of her sweatpants. He was hard, erect - that had to be what she felt pushing against her.

Even as his mouth kept on kissing her chest, making her nipples grow hard and pop out from the swells of her breasts, his hands dropped down to grasp her ass firmly through the fabric of her pants, guiding her back and forth as she rode him, squeezing and kneading and filling her with even more desire.

Alicia couldn't think, could barely breathe. She had to have him. Still gasping, her hands dropped down to the button on his jeans, wrenching it open. He lifted his hips an inch or so off of the bed so that she could pull down his jeans and boxers, exposing that hard, powerful rod that she had felt hiding inside.

She wrapped her fingers around him, feeling him flex powerfully in her grip. Oh, he felt so big and strong! Alicia had never before held a penis, but she knew where it was supposed to go, could feel that warm wetness between her legs crying out to be filled, to be satisfied - and the only way it would happen is if she shoved this all the way inside her, let him fill her up and take her and claim her as his own...

And then, almost lost in their panting together, she heard the sound of someone knocking at the door.

Chapter twenty

God dammit, this had to be the worst timing ever!

The thought, angry and vitriolic, fought its way up through the haze of desire coursing through Killian's head. He could feel his breath coming hard and sharp, panting as he kissed at the woman on top of him, as he ran his hands over soft brown skin in curves that instantly set his desire aflame, as he felt her grasp his package, her own hands trembling with how insistently she needed him.

For one wild second, he thought of ignoring the knock at the door. He found himself much more interested with the incredibly attractive, panting, desiring woman in his arms - but then he heard the knock again, more insistent this time.

And this time, Alicia clearly heard it too. He felt her hand reluctantly release its grip on his package, and she moved back a little off of him on the bed. She was still breathing hard, looking at him almost as though she wanted to devour him, but she pulled away so that he could get up.

For just an instant longer, Killian hesitated, his eyes drawn almost magnetically back to Alicia's bare chest. A moment later, she realized where he was looking, and instinctively pulled up her hands, covering herself.

Well, that decided it.

With a grunt, Killian rolled off of the bed, climbing up to his feet, He took a couple of steps towards the door before he realized that his dick was still hanging out of his pants, and hastily paused for a moment to tuck it back in, zipping his jeans back shut. "Yeah, I'm coming!" he shouted, as the person outside the door knocked a third time.

Finally managing to get himself at least somewhat presentable, although he still felt flustered and disheveled, Killian reached the door. He opened it, expecting to find a maid or some other hotel staff member, someone he could brusquely dismiss.

Instead, he found a skinny little man in a leather jacket and black jeans, lounging indolently and grinning at him.