Kane's Ransom: A BWWM Mafia Romance Novel (19 page)

In the bathroom, behind the safety of the closed door, Alicia blinked at herself in the mirror. Wow, she looked like a mess, she thought to herself. All of her hair was plastered against one side of her head, and she looked like an extra from a bad zombie movie. She sighed - and nearly gagged as she caught a whiff of her own breath. Sleeping right after devouring pizza was not a good combination!

After brushing her teeth, she still smelled something a little off. Maybe she'd ended up sweating out most of the pizza grease as she slept, she considered wryly. The big tub, with its shower attachment, beckoned invitingly, and after one last glance over her shoulder at the door leading out to the bedroom, she gave in.

A quick shower, she decided to herself. Just enough to rinse off.

Well, a quick shower turned into a little bit longer of a shower, but Alicia felt properly awake and revitalized when she emerged, wringing out some extra water from her dripping hair as she scooped up one of the thick, fluffy towels sitting nearby. She wrapped it around herself, glancing down at the discarded pile of clothing that she'd worn into the bathroom, but decided not to try putting the dirty outfit back on.

Instead, she stepped past the little pile, quietly opening the door back to the bedroom. She tiptoed out, back to the bed, hoping that Killian was still asleep.

"You're awake."

She nearly leapt out of her towel. He wasn't asleep, she amended herself, turning to look at him. Although he might have only recently woken up, given how he was still blinking his eyes and rubbing at his disheveled hair.

"Yeah, I woke up a bit earlier and couldn't fall back asleep," she said softly, stepping closer and sitting on the edge of the bed. She glanced at her suitcase, over against the wall, but decided that talking things out with Killian was more important. "Listen, about last night-"

But before she could say more, he held up a hand, forestalling her. "Ugh. I should have told you as soon as I got back from meeting with Jiggs, my contact in the Zerelli mob," he said, pulling himself up a little more as he shook his head. "I was hoping that he'd be able to call the whole ransom thing off, but instead he just heaped on more bad news, telling me about how scary these Curanos can be. When he offered a gun, I couldn't say no to him."

"That's okay," Alicia replied - and she felt suddenly surprised to realize that she spoke the truth. All of her anger and fear from the night before about how Killian just wanted to protect his own skin, how he just wanted to try and impress her without caring at all about her brother's safety, seemed strangely hollow in the light of day. Where anger had previously drilled a burning ember deep into her heart, she now felt only the cool balm of gratitude, thankfulness that the man was still around, that he wasn't angry with her in turn.

For a moment longer, Killian looked at her, his expression unreadable. With any other man, Alicia might have felt embarrassed, thinking that he was checking out her form beneath the figure-hugging towel, that he might be running his eyes up her dark, smooth legs, trying to see where they joined.

But with Killian, she knew that this wasn't the case. He might want to look at her that way - the passion that they'd briefly shared the night before, before the man arrived with the gun, suggested as such - but he could control himself, did control himself.

Although when she looked into his eyes, she could catch the tiniest little hint of that spark of attraction, just waiting for the right time to erupt into a roaring flame.

She should say something, Alicia thought. She racked her suddenly stuffy and cotton-filled mind for words.

"So, when did you come to bed?" she finally managed, moving over a little closer to him. The pillow that she'd slammed in between them as a barrier during the night was still present, and she pushed it up towards its fellows at the head of the bed.

"Late," he replied with a shrug. "I think I've got a plan, though. I was thinking through different plans, I made a couple of calls, and I think it stands a shot of working - but try as I might, I can't guarantee Marcus's safety."

Finishing that sentence, Killian looked at her with deep, somber eyes, a hint of sorrow fighting against the little spark of passion in his blue irises. But Alicia smiled, warmed by the knowledge that, even after she had exploded at him, he still wanted to help her, was still sticking around and doing his best to save her brother.

"It's better than any plan that I've got," she answered, smiling at him. After a moment, she let her eyes roam slightly down over his body, bare to the waist. Maybe he could keep his eyes locked on her face, but she was only human! A girl could look, couldn't she?

When she pulled her eyes back up to meet his own once again, she saw that her wandering glance hadn't gone unnoticed. Killian didn't say anything, but he straightened up a little, flexed his abs a tiny bit - and when she looked into his eyes again, she saw that the little spark she'd sighted before had now erupted into a blazing flame of desire.

He didn't speak. Neither did she, for that matter. They both just leaned in, moving towards each other across the big bed, the rumpled and disorganized sheets and comforter that lay tangled on top.

Alicia felt the towel wrapped around her slip a little, coming undone, but she didn't care. It pulled slightly at her for a second longer, as if trying futilely to hold her back, and then gave up and released her.

She slid, naked and still glistening with water and the hotel's moisturizer, into Killian's arms.

Their lips found each other's immediately - no gentle kissing, not this time! He pulled her down on top of him, digging his fingers deep into her damp curls of hair as he guided her mouth to his own, and she eagerly met his questing tongue with hers as they came together.

Before, Alicia had at least had the barrier of her sweatpants between her body and Killian's; now, nothing stood between them. He pulled her up closely against him, and she shivered as she felt his skin brush against her bare chest, her nipples dragging across the fine hairs that covered his pecs. Beneath her hips, she could feel him growing hard, and she rushed her hands down to free him from the jeans he'd worn to bed.

The kidnapping, the gun, the stress, the fear - all of it was swept aside as their bodies came together. She craved that escape, needed it, threw herself headlong into it as she felt the strength of the man beneath her pushing up and against her, wanting to claim her as his own.

She wanted it too, and even as he pulled off his pants, kicking one leg to send the jeans, and the boxers beneath, flying away, she couldn't keep her hands off of him, her mouth off of him.

And a moment later, they were both naked, with nothing to stand between them.

Chapter twenty-two

Killian felt his pulse quickening, his heart thudding inside his chest as he freed himself from his pants, his white body now as naked as the dark-skinned, beautiful woman laying beside him and waiting impatiently for him to lose his boxers.

As soon as he was free, he swept her back up into his arms, loving the soft feel of her dark skin, how her gorgeous heart-shaped face was framed by that wild tangle of curly hair, how every lithe movement of her supple body inflamed him with passion. Killian felt himself physically aching for her, needing to take her - a sensation he couldn't remember feeling in years.

Hell, he felt more alive than he could remember for years!

Still, he fought against the first animalistic urges, the loudest voices in his head. When he was younger, he would have given in to those desires, thrown himself at the finish line without any regard for how he got there.

By this point in his life, however, he was wiser, and he knew that running the race was often just as pleasurable as reaching the end.

So although he swept Alicia up into his arms, he rose up, pushing her back onto the bed sheets, sending her back onto her ass with her legs wide. Gazing down at her, Killian took in her slender body, the slight little twin swells of her breasts, her dark brown nipples poking out at him, and then, his eyes continuing to move down, the little trimmed thicket of dark hair between her legs.

He reached out and wrapped his hands around her thighs as he dove in, pulling her forward as he kissed first at those dark nipples, and then tracing a line of kisses further south. He moved across her heaving chest, down over her stomach, down beyond the bones of her hips.

Beneath him and in front of him, Killian felt Alicia stiffen slightly. He paused for a moment, wondering if he was doing something wrong. Did she want to stop? He tried to hear over the pounding of blood in his ears.

A moment later, however, she relaxed again, and he continued, first kissing gently, and then exploring deeper as his head nestled in between her thighs.

He could taste her, now, tangy on his lips. And immediately, he felt her responding to his touch, rocking back and forth, one of her hands reaching down to grab a handful of his hair, guiding him in deeper. He let her guide him, still exploring and feeling her out by the touch of his lips and tongue alone.

Soon, he found the spot that made her gasp, felt her arch her back. "More, more," she begged out in a husky, whispering tone that he hadn't heard from her before - but which instantly set his dick quivering, rock hard.

He did as commanded, alternating his attentions between the hard nub of her clit and the soft, willing wetness of her opening just a little further south. From the moans and cries coming out of Alicia's mouth, Killian knew that his attentions were well received indeed! He grinned, but didn't let up.

And a few seconds later, his efforts were rewarded with a high cry, one different from the others, and almost unmistakable.

Killian didn't quit immediately, instead keeping up his attentions to the woman, eating her out, until those cries had ebbed to just gasps as the wave of pleasure flowed out of her, slowly trickling away. He traced a line of kisses back up, rising up so that he could smile at her. "Good?" he asked, hearing the huskiness in his own voice.

She nodded wildly, her eyes bright with remnants of that orgasmic pleasure. "Now, you," she declared, sitting up.

For a second, Killian tried to protest - he could still get her off more! - but she leaned forward and put both of her hands on his chest, pushing him back. Momentarily distracted by how her high breasts bobbed and jiggled from her every movement, Killian fell back, and she pounced on him! Her hands hit his chest first, pushing him back, and then slid down to grasp more intimate, blood-firmed areas.

He shivered as she wrapped her fingers around him, guiding him to point up like a tent pole, but that sensation was nothing compared to the next second, as her mouth joined her hands in getting him off, sucking on the head of his cock with loud, wet enthusiasm.

"Holy shit," Killian gasped out, his head collapsing back onto the bed beneath him. He could feel her tongue pushing against him, her lips applying gentle pressure, her every movement! Even her hands kept on moving, using her own saliva to keep lubricated as they slid up and down along the lower half of his cock as she sucked on the upper half.

Goddamn, it had been way too long since he'd last felt such arousal! And in a flash, Killian knew that he wouldn't be able to hold out for long.

He tried, but the effort was next to useless - especially when Alicia leaned back on her knees, her round little ass up in the air. He stared first at the outline of her body as she knelt on the bed before him, sucking him off, and then dropped his eyes down to meet her own big, dark ones as she looked up at him across his hard abs. Those dark eyes danced with enjoyment - she was loving the reaction she was provoking from him!

It was that look on her face, the little hints of enjoyment even as she worked to give him pleasure, that finally pushed him over the edge.

Killian suddenly threw his whole body back, feeling his muscles go rigid as a lightning bolt shot up and down his spine, all the way from his curled toes up to the base of his neck. The electricity flowed through his whole body, but then concentrated itself at his pelvis, erupting out of him as he felt himself rapidly shooting towards the cliff of orgasm.

"I'm about to-" he hissed out, trying to warn the young woman sucking him off, but he couldn't even manage to finish the sentence.

An instant later, he felt his cock flex, expanding one last time inside the younger woman's mouth as it prepared to fire. He tried to pull back, not wanting to make her choke on his cum, but she held on firmly, wrapping a couple of fingers around his balls and cradling them even as they pulled up closer to his body, getting ready to empty their contents.