Killian slept little, and he knew it was more than just a strange bed. Hell, he'd slept in line shacks and on the ground in a bedroll. No, it was the image blasting into his brain every time he closed his eyes. The image of a sexy, tempting blonde with curls he wanted to run his fingers through and hazel eyes with intriguing gold flecks in them. It was the body that even in semi-sleep his hands kept reaching for, molding the shape of mouthwatering breasts. And the sweet, sweet p***y with its neatly trimmed adornment of dark-blonde hair. He could still feel her tongue in his mouth and the grasp of her inner walls around his c**k, the intense shudders of the most powerful climax he'd ever had. It was a smile both innocent and sultry, and the easy manner surrounding it all.
He woke from a ve
