KILLIAN: A Mafia Romance (The Callahans Book 2) by Glenna Sinclair Page A

hands. He reached between our bodies, and a little clarity washed over me as I felt the head of his cock press against me.
    I’d never gone this far before. Fear again slid through me, quickly, gripping me with icy fingers I hadn’t been prepared for. My body stiffened. Killian must have felt it because he brushed the hair out of my face.
    “It’s okay, baby,” he whispered, as he stared into my eyes. “I won’t hurt you.”
    I knew it was true. I knew Killian would never voluntarily hurt me. In that moment, I just knew.
    He reached between us again, guiding himself to me. I closed my eyes and waited, the pleasure of my passing orgasm still rolling through me, dancing on my nerves like the lingering notes of a well-written song. I felt his head press against me and felt the resistance of my body. And then he was sliding inside, my own excitement lubricating the way. It wasn’t quite like I’d expected it to be. I’d always been told there’d be pain. But there was also this connection between him and I that was almost surreal, this tremor of ecstasy that overshadowed everything. And when I opened my eyes and watched the pleasure dance over his face, watched his eyes roll back in his head, watched him bite his bottom lip…it was intense.
    He slid his hand over my hip and lifted me to him, encouraging me to move with each and every thrust. We found a rhythm quickly, a rhythm that was ours and ours alone. I slid my feet up along the backs of his thighs, lifting my hips as high as I could, taking him as deeply as I could. There was no stopping the moans anymore, but mine were overwhelmed by his. And then that tightness in my lower belly, that sensation I knew meant the end of the wave was coming, rolled over me. Was it possible to feel so good? To feel so much ecstasy and not explode? Clearly it was.
    He pressed his face against the mattress when he reached his pinnacle. I held him, pulling him as close to me as I could. We clung to each other, the moment passing much too quickly. But when it was over, he didn’t let me go. He gathered me against him as he rolled onto his side, cradling me tight against his chest, his hands moving slowly down the length of my back.
    “I love you,” he whispered so quietly that I wasn’t quite sure I’d heard him right. But then he said it again. “I love you.”

Chapter 10
     
    Killian
    “And this one?”
    I looked down, lifting her hand so I could see which tattoo she was pointing to.
    “County jail. I was held for three months last year.”
    “What does it mean?”
    I lifted her hand to my mouth. “Aren’t there other things you’d rather talk about?”
    “I hadn’t realized you’d gone to jail so often.”
    “Not so often. I’ve only been to the county jail a few times. Ian served three years in the federal pen.”
    “You say that like it’s a badge of honor.”
    “It sort of is.”
    “Mom didn’t think so. Do you remember when Kyle went to juvie? I thought she would cry herself into an early grave.”
    “She was a mom. She didn’t want to see any of her babies hurt.”
    “And that’s a bad thing?”
    “That’s a woman thing.”
    She sat up and pretended she was going to climb out of the bed. I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back down against me.
    “That came out wrong,” I said. “You have to understand that the guys we work with when we go on protection runs for Jack’s people are tough guys who grew up on the streets. They didn’t have the money and the privilege we have.”
    “You mean Pops has.”
    “I mean we have. I don’t know about you, but I wasn’t making chicken scratch at MCorp. And we each have a very generous trust fund, in case you’ve forgotten.”
    “I haven’t forgotten. I’m just not sure I want to touch mine because I know it didn’t all come from an honest place.”
    “You sound like Mom.”
    “She was a good woman.”
    “A good woman who turned a blind eye to what Pops was doing because she loved