“I won’t Killian. I’m sorry. Please, I don’t want to think about that, not right now. Can we just…”
I catch her chin with my right hand and tilt her face up to meet mine. As I study the honesty in her eyes, I also notice how her lips glisten slightly as she speaks.
“Can we what?” The words slip softly into the warm air between us and Cara’s eyes widen slightly.
“I missed you. And this– Blair and her claims, the funeral tomorrow; all of it. I just…” Cara pauses and licks her lower lip again, slower this time, and heat trickles through my body. “I just want to forget for a little while.”
I don’t need to be asked twice.
Holding her in place, I dip down and press my lips firmly to hers. The moment we touch, sparks skitter across my skin, and a surge ofwantpulses through my body, coiling down low in my gut, and all distant thoughts of alcohol, of Blair, ofeverythingfade from my mind.
I kiss her deep, teasing my tongue past the seam of her lips and into her hot mouth as I drop both hands down to her waist and lift her up into my arms, spreading her thighs around my waist.
If she needs me, she has me. Everything else takes a back seat to her.
I don’t need anything but Cara.
4
CARA
Killian is home and I’m back in his arms.
His warmth threatens to open the floodgates I’ve been holding back for the last two days in spite of the alcohol that’s kept the tidal wave at bay. It’s easier with arousal flickering to life in my gut and Killian’s focus on desire rather than the emotional turmoil I’m eager to ignore.
Killian knowing the truth lifts a weight from my shoulders, a weight I hadn’t known to be so crushing until I’m floating up the stairs, safe in Killian’s arms as he lavishes me with attention. I bury both hands into his hair, stroking through the thick strands and cradling his head. Teeth graze sharply at my throat and heat pours like warm honey through my body, a smooth flow encouraged by my drunken state.
The bedroom door clatters behind us as Killian kicks it closed and I pull his head away from my neck in order to access his mouth. A sharp, pleasing growl rumbles through his throat, and goosebumps dance across my flesh. Our lips meet in a hot crash as we reach the bed and he drops me down, the kiss never breaking as we land together on the mattress. Killian’s tongue snakes eagerly into my mouth, sliding alongside my own, and our bodies line up as one as I part my thighs for him to nestle between them.
My world stills, focus honing in on the man above me and calming all other storms in my mind. As Killian drives his hips against mine, teasing me with his growing hardness, I graze my teeth playfully over his tongue before he parts the kiss and braces himself on his arms above me. Warm, steel eyes hold me in place with one look.
“You’re wearing my shirt,” he says thickly and heat flashes up my neck and across my cheeks as I nod, almost as if I’ve been caught doing something I shouldn’t.
“I wanted to feel close to you,” I reply softly and my heart skips a beat, waiting for his reaction.
Killian groans and kisses me again so hard that my jaw throbs.
Yes!
His left-hand grazes across my abdomen and he catches the hem of my shirt, pulling it up my body. The shifting material forces the kiss to break and a whine of needy loss escapes my throat.
I’m braless, which catches Killian’s eye immediately as he tosses the shirt away and he smirks sweetly down at me before his teeth nip sharply into my hardening left nipple.
I gasp softly, arching into the devilish heat of his mouth as pleasure courses through me like a bolt, and my hands return to their home in his hair as he kisses and bites flames across my breasts. Each mark sings against my skin and my heart races as he slips off the bed once more to rid himself of his own shirt and the rest of his clothes.
Taking the same opportunity, I arch off the bed to lift my hips and wriggle out of the cotton joggers I had thrown on earlier, adding them to the discarded clothing pile in time for Killian to return to me with a clatter of teeth and moans in a devouring kiss.
Naked, the heat from his body washes over me and I arch my entire form into the bulk of his body, dragging my hard nipples over the muscular chest. Pleasure pulses sharply down to my core and I spread my legs, wrapping them around Killian’s hips eager for more. His cock is so tantalizingly close that my core flutters in anticipation.
Fuck, I need him.
And yet… something is different.
Killian moves slower than I’m used to. His hands stroke up my sides and over my ribcage as he balances on one knee and his touch is softer than I expect. As our mouths tangle in another heated kiss, I slide my hands down to his shoulders, digging my nails into the thick muscle there but while it draws a pleasing rumble from his throat, it doesn’t ignite the fire I’m used to.
He’s beingtender.
Killian doesn’t offer the same sicklyI know you’re grievinglook as everyone else but it’s here, in his touches and his movements. I try once more, grinding my core against his stiffening cock and while he moans and sinks his teeth into the soft flesh of my shoulder, it’s notenough.