“Oh god.” Imoaned. My hands fisted the headboard, my hips moved faster. “Yes.” The chills moved down my body, my pace picked up, Killian pushed his tongue in deeper, his fingers digging into my thighs as I fucked his face.
“Oh, oh…” I fingered my clit. “Oh god. Yes, yes… oh god. Killian!” He didn’t stop until I did and then he grabbed me and pulled me down against him. We were both breathing heavy. He’d been intense the past two days, and not just with lovemaking. I’d catch him watching me when we weren’t right next to each other, which wasn’t often, because he’d taken to keeping me right at his side. Except for when he was in his office. He was on his phone a lot, too. Something was happening, and I knew he’d share when he was ready, but it was like the calm before the storm.
“I need you to pack for a few days,” he said, glancing down at me. “Yeah?”
“Are you going to tell me what’s going on?”
He ran his thumb over my cheek. “Trouble is coming.”
My heart dropped. “What kind?”
“The kind that I don’t want you anywhere near.”
It wasn’t just fear that raced through me. “But you’re going to be right in the middle of it.”
“My job, Baby.”
It was, but even if it wasn’t, he’d put himself between danger and me. It was one of the countless reasons I loved him. He was good; a good, honorable man down to the bone. And I could lose him. My heart started to race, I tried to draw in breath, but I couldn’t get enough air into my lungs. Tears burned my eyes. Killian was up, grabbing my face, forcing my gaze on him. “Breathe, Cedar. Look at me and breathe. In and out, Baby.”
I kept my eyes on him and tried to match his breathing.
“That’s it,” he whispered.
Tears welled and rolled down my cheeks. “I won’t survive losing you,” I whispered.
He wasn’t just intense but determined, a vow when he whispered, “I’m not going anywhere.”
“I love you,” I confessed on a whisper then said it louder, “I love you, Killian Reid.”
His eyes went dark, possession moved across his face. “Say it again.”
“I love you.”
He kissed me, long and deep, before he looked me in the eyes, his voice rough. “I love you.”
“Don’t leave me.”
“Never.” He kissed me again. “Need you to pack. We’re leaving in two hours.” Before I could ask him where, he said, “I’ll explain on the road.” He didn’t release me, though, laying me back on the bed and taking his time loving me.
We went home.I didn’t know whose plane we’d taken to get there. We landed at a private airstrip, and a car was waiting for us. As Killian drove through New York traffic, I was still processing the information he shared with me on the plane.
“So, you were a federal agent?”
He glanced over but didn’t answer, since I’d asked that about seven times already.
“And you and Brock are going to take on the mob and Declan’s small army of mercenaries.” My stomach twisted in fear. It was like a scene out of the Wild West, though with more colorful characters. “I’d hoped you and he would find a way to coexist, but taking on the mob together wasn’t what I had in mind.”
He grinned.
“It’s not funny,” I said, feeling the panic attack crawling to get out.
“It’ll be good,” Killian said, but how did he know that?
“Where are we going?”
“To stack the odds more in our favor.”
I looked out the window, battling fear. At least Maureen and Jared’s trip had been well-timed, safe in the Napa Valley. Natalie offered to look in on their gardens since I wasn’t going to be around.