Free Play: Free Romance eBook (Completion 1) by Holly S. Roberts Page A

out the blanket.
    “It’s raining.”
    He kneeled on the blanket facing me. His hands came around my hips and I felt the slow slide of the zipper at the back of my skirt. The material shimmied down my legs. Killian slowly pulled down my panties so they rested on my skirt. He held my hand as I stepped out of them. A light mist of water covered his face as his dark eyes traveled up my legs. He cupped my ass and buried his face between the juncture of my thighs, nuzzling his nose along my needy sex. I heard him inhale, and for all of two seconds I felt self-conscious before letting go. Killian had a way of making me feel endlessly sexy.
    He leaned back and pulled his shirt over his head in one seamless move. It made a wet splat when it hit the grass, but my eyes were on Killian.
    Trails of water ran between the grooves of rippling muscles. His heavy breathing caused his chest to rise and fall, accenting each undulation. The air was hot and heavy, even with the rain. I loved running in this weather and I was discovering that I might like wet outdoor sex, too.
    Killian suddenly stood and removed his pants as fast as the drenched material allowed.
    “Do you want me to take off my shirt?” The sight of him fully nude made it hard to talk.
    “God, no.”
    He lifted me and had my back pressed against the wet blanket mere seconds later. He took the bottom edges of my new shirt and tore it open. I groaned in dismay, but then his palms covered my breasts. What the hell did a cheap blouse matter?
    The rain fell harder and Killian came down completely on top of me. I circled my legs around his hips as he found that secret place with his cock. He put his arms to either side of my shoulders, lifting his chest off mine while his hips slammed forward. My fingers went to his pectoral muscles, sinking my fingernails into his skin. We were drenched, with the slapping of just our groins sounding between our moans and gasps for oxygen.
    Killian fucked me. It wasn’t gentle or comfortable; it was more primal than I’d ever known. High, intense noises escaped my throat while Killian pushed into me harder and faster. My eyes closed against the rain and I felt every inch of his cock drive deeper.
    I didn’t fall over the edge, I plunged. My pussy spasmed around his cock, making me cry out. White sparks flashed behind my eyelids and his loud moan filled the night as he made one last forward thrust.
    My eyes slowly opened and I looked at the man above me. He held himself up using his gorgeous arms. I could just make out his facial features in the small amount of light shining from the front porch. His dimples accented his full lips.
    “You’re getting the hang of this, Legs,” he said huskily.
    Slowly, I let my hands fall away. He lowered his chest against mine then rolled so we were side by side on the soggy blanket.
    “You couldn’t wait until we got inside?” My voice held embarrassed humor. Killian wanted me screaming and I’d come so close.
    “I like the rain.”
    The gruff words caused shivers to run over my skin. He pulled me tighter against him and licked water from the side of my face.
    “My hair’s a mess.”
    “Yes.”
    I softly slapped his arm. “You weren’t supposed to agree.”
    He gently pulled strands of wet hair off my cheek. “I like it this way.”
    I decided that I liked it, too.
    I had spent the entire week trying to figure out why Killian made me feel so good about myself. He spoke bluntly and sometimes got my feminist side up, but he always came back with something that made my breath catch. He gave brisk commands expecting to get his way and I usually gave in without argument. While we were apart, I wondered what he’d do if I didn’t comply. I could tell it wasn’t something he was used to. Killian MacGregor had “alpha control freak” down to a science.
    I yearned for every minute I could spend with him before it all ended.

Chapter Thirteen
     
     
     
    We dropped our clothes in the laundry room and