It was too good to be true, and her emotions got the better of her. Her eyes welled up with tears, and when she blinked, they traced down her cheeks. “How will you take care of us? We can’t continue like this. I don’t want Killian living in fear.”
He rose up on his knees, his hands still on her hips. Only now did she realize she was in her work bra, her sweater on the coffee table. What did he think of her? A decade ago she’d been thin and young, her skin flawless. Now she had stretch marks, and a lot of extra weight. She was nothing like she used to be. Killian had only gotten sexier, packed on muscle, and to be honest, she couldn’t stop imagining them in bed together.
“Just tell me one thing, baby girl. Tell me if you still love me, if there’s a fucking chance you could love me again,” he said.
She nodded, not trusting her voice with her emotions so fragile. The constant rejection and struggling over the years had taken their toll. This new desire, this acceptance from Killian was healing. “I’ll always love you.”
His blue eyes looked even bluer, and she expected him to break down. “That’s all I needed to hear,” he said. “You’ll never have to worry about anything, June. You’re going to have the best because I’m going to give it to you—you and my son. No more working, no more babysitters or raising that boy alone.”
Killian leaned closer, his massive shoulders swallowing her up. He brushed his lips along hers, a low growl in his chest.
“I’m not the eighteen year old you remember,” she whispered. June had never really given a shit what people, especially men, thought of her. Now she felt a new burden, and wondered if Killian was attracted to her.
“I don’t want a girl, June. I’m a man, and I need a woman by my side. I need you.”
She brought her arms around to hug her stomach. Her current position was not flattering, and being half-naked left her feeling uncomfortable.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
June pushed away from him and stood up, grabbing her sweater to use as a shield. She wandered around, taking in the state of art entertainment center, full bar, and museum-quality artwork. Every finish from the crown moldings to the light fixtures screamed money.
They were from two different worlds.
Back at home, they didn’t even own a television set, and a six-dollar bottle of wine was as fancy as it ever got. She didn’t buy new clothes or treat herself to nice things. Everything was about secondhand stores and sacrifices.
“Don’t do this, June. Stop pulling away from me.”
She had nothing to lose. If she returned to her old life, then she’d survive as she always did. “Killian, you’ve done well for yourself. Just because we have a kid together, doesn’t mean we have to be a couple.”
He charged over and grabbed both her arms in a firm grip. A darkness passed over his eyes as he stared at her. “What don’t you get, woman? I’ve told you everything, spilled my fucking guts because I promised not to lie to you.”
His accent was stronger when he was angry. It turned her on.
“I don’t want you to settle for me. I want things to be like before, when I thought we had something special.”
Killian chuckled. “You have no idea, babe. You’re the only woman for me. The things I want to do your body right now…” He tossed her sweater and pulled her tight to his body,
crushing his lips to hers. She closed her eyes and let everything go—the fear, the doubts, the resentment. God, he tasted good, like spearmint and raw masculinity. His cologne enveloped her, a rich musky scent that made her blood burn with need.
His hands roamed down, cupping her ass. She could feel the hardness of his cock against her stomach, and her pussy began to ache for him. “Killian,” she murmured against his lips.
“Yeah, baby, say my name. I love the way it sounds coming from you.” He trailed hot kisses down her neck, his hands roaming everywhere. “You’re mine. And I’m going to claim you all over again, discover every inch of this beautiful body.”
Chapter Five
June’s curves were better than Killian even imagined. Just one look at her, and he’d been picturing her in his arms for the rest of the day. Of course whenever it came to June, he always thought about her, wanted her, needed her.
The reality was, he’d never moved on, not really. He shouldn’t have left her behind, and that was his biggest fucking mistake. He should have kept her, loved her, showed her who he really was.
“We can’t do this,” June said, pulling away from him. Her lips were red, puffy, and her nipples were erect, pressing against her bra.
“Why? You want me. I bet you’re soaking wet for me, right now. I remember how you’d always want me after I touched you like this.” He nibbled her ear, and moved his lips down to suck on the spot right over her pulse. There hadn’t been any time to shave, so he had a day’s growth on his face, which always served to rub her the right away.
She melted against him, her hands moving around his neck as she gasped. Sliding his fingers up the curve of her back, he found the catch of her bra, and released it. Her tits spilled out. He tossed the offending bra out of the way.
He was rich beyond his wildest dreams, and there had been nothing for him to spend his money on. Now he had a reason, and he intended to devote a great deal of time to his woman and his kid. He had a kid! A son. A little baby boy.
All along he’d had a family right here, and he’d been too stubborn to come and check on her. That had been his biggest mistake.