“You stopped,” I sob out. The only thing I could think to say.
“I know baby, I know.” He spins my body so I’m facing him, “Things have been crazy, and I want to explain. Will you let me?” His eyes, they’re like a punch to the gut as I stare at the clear green orbs, begging me to give him a second chance.
“Yes, Killian.” I mumble and his eyes light up with triumph.
“God that sounds good on your tongue Jersey girl,” he whispers leaning down to kiss me. The first touch, the first taste… complete perfection.
Chapter Nine
Killian
She’s here, and she’s in my arms. It doesn’t feel like it should be real. But feeling her soft curves, her warm skin against my hands. It’s all a man like me could ask for in this life.
After the explosion two months ago I tried everything I could to get in touch with her. But everything was gone. Her letters, her pictures, everything. I’d never been so pissed in my life. I couldn’t begin to imagine how she felt when she didn’t hear from me.
It took some digging but I did remember her mentioning her father being a General in Fort Meade. More digging and I was able to find the man. Thankfully he was a man who owed my Commander in Chief a favor so I didn’t have to explain who I was to Jersey, or vice versa.
“You feel even better in my arms than I imagined Jersey girl.” I murmur against her lips. She’s soft, supple. I couldn’t ask for more really.
Wrapping her tightly in my embrace, I hold her as close to me as possible as I take control of the soft lip lock. Her hands shoot to my shoulders in a tight grip as she lets out a light moan.
Our heated embrace quickly spirals out of control as I fight the urge to not strip her bare here on the runway. I need this woman like I need air. She’s the fire in my blood.
“Get a room!” I hear Gage call at us, forcing me to pull away from my girl. I watch her face as his words register and she turns a deep shade of red with her embarrassment.
Turning to the man, I shoot him a glare that has his laughter disappearing quickly.
“Do you have somewhere you have to be?” She asks quietly, her head dipped to her chest.
Pushing her chin up with a finger, “Wherever you are Jersey,” her mouth opens in a perfect O at my words and I can’t help the smirk pulling at my lips.
“Oh, uhh, home? I guess.” She stutters out. Her brow furrows seconds before she asks, “Were you the General’s favor?”
I can’t tell if she’s upset or not, so I lean in kissing her forehead and tell her, “I sure was.”
“You know him?” She seems skeptical now.
“Not at all,” I explain, “My CO pulled a favor for me so I could get you here,” I smile at her, hoping she takes me for my word.
“Does anyone else need a ride?”
“Just me.”
As soon as the words pass my lips she’s plastered against me. Her body shaking with emotion. “I was so worried,” she murmurs into my chest and I can hear the tears threatening her control.
“I’m fine,” I whisper into her ear.
We stand that way for a few minutes until her composure returns. Pulling away from me, she gives a watery smile, telling me, “Let’s go.”
Wrapping an arm across her shoulder, she cuddles into me as we walk through the base and out to her tiny car that looks more like a matchbox car then something I could fit into.
“Think you’ll fit?” She laughs, looking from the car to me and back again.
I don’t even care that she’s laughing at the size of me, hearing her tinkling voice as it washes through me has me dropping my bag to the ground and pulling her back into my arms for a fierce kiss.
Her gasp of shock allows me to drown myself in her mouth. Play with her tongue as she catches her breath and kisses me back. She tastes of sweet candy and whipped cream.
We’re out of control again, leaning against the frame of her car, my hands roaming every available surface of her body. From her tiny shorts and up her baggy sweater, her smooth skin draws me in like a tidal wave to land.