“Dante worries too much,” Killian replies and a moment later his hands are on my waist, drawing me in. I’m powerless to resist as every parched fiber of my being hungers for him. All sane thought flees my mind as our lips crash together, all uncomfortable worry in my gut melts away and my heartleapsas his familiar scent fills my nose.
He kisses me hard with more strength than I expected and a low groan rumbles through him as he holds me in place, ever willing and hungry.
And yet—
“Wait—!” I gasp against his moving lips and I lift my hands to press against his shoulders.
He pulls back immediately, his brow creased.
“What’s wrong?”
Already my skin burns hot from his touch and a craving is growing deep within my core but there’s one thing we need first.
“I have a surprise for you, please—”
Not giving him the chance to answer, I dart up the stairs and scurry into the bedroom, tearing the cardigan from my shoulders.
Maybe this isn’t the right time.
I squash that thought immediately as I strip naked and pull on a pair of red stockings, no panties or bra. Sadie’s gift teases me from the door and I snatch it down, wiggling into it as quickly as I can. The fabric hugs my body a little too tight and when I pull the zipper up the side of the dress, my breasts are pushed up and together making me look a little sluttier.
Heck, a lot sluttier.
It is a sexy nurse costume after all.
A dash of red on my lips and I pad out of the bedroom, my heart thundering and chasing breath from my lungs.
I’ve never done this before, dressed up for someone. Sadie had likely gifted the costume as a joke but each night without him, I’d fantasized abouthealinghim as his nurse and now he’s here. My stomach flutters harder with each step and heat runs over my chest and cheeks.
I make it halfway down the stairs before they creak under me and Killian appears from the lounge.
His eyes go wide and his lips pop into a softOshape as he rakes his hungry gaze down my form.
“Nurse Cara will see you now.”
19
CARA
There’s a second where nothing happens. Neither of us moves, neither of us dares to breathe and even my heart has enough sense to pause in my chest awaiting his reaction.
It’s too much, isn’t it? Too much too soon.
God, I must look fucking desperate!
Killian breaks out of his trance and takes the steps two at a time to meet me. Our mouths crash together with such force I have to catch the banister to stop myself from toppling backward, even when his hands clutch my waist and tug my body in line with his.
“Cara,” he moans in a tone so low it almost sounds like a growl and relief explodes through my body like the first breath on a fresh morning.
I wind my arms around his neck just in time for him to scoop me up from my step and carry me right back up the stairs so rapidly that a giggle is forced from my throat. His lips lock on mine, curving into a smile that makes my heart flutter and his teeth snag on my lower lip a moment later. A flash of pain sparks and I gasp, jerking my head back but he follows as he takes the familiar route into the bedroom and his tongue soothes over the bite, then he lets me go.
My stomach flips for a second, fearing where I might land until I hit the bed and another flurry of butterflies invade my gut as he stands over me.
Is this too much? Should we be more careful?
He pulls his t-shirt up and over his head, silencing my mind of any doubt when I’m face to face with his gorgeous sculpted abs. Killian drops to his knees and slides his warm, rough hands over my stocking-clad legs, gently prying my thighs apart to push the dress further up my thighs. I brace my elbows back on the bed for support as he pulls my thighs wider.
My heart jumps into my throat as I obediently spread my legs and fire ignites in my chest when a low, appreciative groan resonates through him as he gazes at my nakedness.