Killian

Looking and Touching

       

Sidney

The scents of mint and warm, manly cologne roused me from a deep, relaxing sleep. These smells were unfamiliar to me, but they made me feel safe and warm and were more than welcome. When I opened my eyes I saw Killian's big hand on the white sheet that covered me. My back was against his chest and he was wrapped around me, breathing softly.

I turned my head slowly, trying to sneak a glance at my bedside clock without waking him up. Six-fifty one. I'd overslept. I had to get moving.

He was snoring lightly, sound asleep. I thought I'd slide out of bed; leave a note and head to the gym. Getting out from under his arm would be easy, but untangling my top leg from his, not so much.

I moved slowly, freezing in place when he made a sleepy groaning sound. When his breathing evened out, I made my way further across the mattress.

"What are you doin'?" His deep, sleepy voice made me turn. My gaze roved down his long, defined form. The lines of muscle on his chest were visible even in the dim morning light. I couldn't help letting my eyes wander further south to the trail of dark blond hair leading to the reason I'd be sore today. Not that it wasn't worth it.

"You can look and touch, you know," he said.

I smiled, my heart thudding happily when my eyes met his. That sleepy grin and those bedroom eyes were every bit as welcome in my bed as his masculine scent.

"Sorry I woke you," I said, sliding out from beneath the hand he had resting on my hip.

"It's okay. You goin' to the bathroom?"

"Yeah. And then to the gym."

His hand tightened around my hip and he pulled me back, his arm resting across my stomach while I laid on my back.

"You can work out later." He leaned up on an elbow and looked down at my face.

"I always work out at six-thirty. I'm already late." I looked at the clock again.

"I always jerk off in the shower when I wake up, but not today. You can make an exception for me, too."

I smiled at his comparison.

"Working out clears my mind."

"Spooning you clears mine."

Reaching up, I cradled his cheek in my hand. The feel of his short beard against my fingers reminded me of the way his facial hair felt on the softest, most sensitive parts of my body.

"Last night was incredible," I said, moaning softly as his fingers brushed across my stomach.

"It was. And I'm not ready for it to end, so you're staying in this bed a little longer."

I gave a hum of consideration, the idea of not working out was completely foreign to me. "I don't know ..."

His hand was still caressing my stomach, and it crept higher, cupping one of my breasts. When his thumb brushed across my nipple, my low moan gave me away. Even the Ice Queen couldn't say no to this.

"You're the sexiest sight I've ever seen." He gazed down at me, his erection pressing against my bare thigh. "Hair all messed up, mascara under your eyes ..."

My hand flew up to cover my face. "Oh, no! I never took my makeup off last night. I'll stay, but let me go wash my face and brush my teeth."

"No." Killian slid his knee up the mattress, using it to part my thighs as he pushed himself up on top of me. "I want you like this."