Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
I bite my lip, nodding. "I thought you should know."
"You don't have to be embarrassed."
I brush his hand away. "Who said I was?"
"You didn't have to say it," he snarls, taking my hand.
"I'm twenty-three. It's just never been the right time. I've wanted no one. But you, Killian, yeah, maybe I want that, want us. But I heard what you said. We can only have tonight. Is that what we're going to be, then, just fuck buddies for a night?"
I'm frustrated by the emotion in my voice, but it's been a stressful couple of days... heck, it's been a stressful year.
"It's okay," he says softly, pulling me into a hug. He smooths his hand through my hair. "Thank you for telling me that. It clearly wasn't easy. And no – I don't want you just for one night. I want you for much longer, for much more. But wanting isn't the same as something being possible."
"Could you stay?" I whisper. "But hold me, just be there for me?"
"It won't be easy," he says fervently. "Being close to you, touching you, but not... you know, touching you."
I clutch him tightly. "Is there a difference between touching and touching?"
"You know what I mean, a stór."
A shiver of warmth runs through me. "That means 'my treasure,' doesn't it?"
"Yes," he says fiercely, a note of pride in his voice. "You're getting better."
"I'm trying my best," I mutter. "And not just with the Gaelic."
"I'll lie with you," he says. "But you'll have to scold me if my body gets ideas when I'm in bed with a curvy, beautiful, sassy, stubborn virgin..."
He takes my hand and walks toward the bedroom. Talking about bodies getting ideas... mine lights up as if this is going to lead somewhere nerve-wracking. But I don't let those negative thoughts stop me.
For so long, I dreamed of being with Killian. I just had no clue who he truly was.
Twelve
KILLIAN
Iwrap my arms around her, my body pressed against her back as her breathing steadies and she falls asleep. I can't fall asleep, though, with the round globes of her ass pressed against my groin, my aching manhood and balls flooded with furious need each time she sleepily moans and wriggles in response to her dreams.
I called her my treasure, and it feels like that now as I cradle her, like I'm protecting her from another storm. Now, I must shield her from a deadly barrage of bullets and violence, though I once protected her from mere rain. I have to shelter her from what I can feel barreling down upon us. Trying to follow Mom's advice, I bury those thoughts, focus on Lucy instead, my lucky charm.
"Are you okay?" she murmurs.
"I thought you were asleep."
"I just woke up," she says breathily. "You're..."
I kiss the back of her neck. "Are you getting shy on me?"
"Hard," she says, a moan nestled within her voice, driving me close to the edge.
"It's difficult not to be," I growl. "For a long time, I buried my lust. But recently, I caved."
"Caved?"
"Use your imagination. You know what I mean."
She shifts against me, grinding her ass against my stiff pole. "You touched yourself thinking about me, you mean?"
"Yes," I snarl. "You've unlocked something in me, a fierce desire I can't control. But I'm going to be respectful."
"What were you thinking about?" she asks. "When you did it?"
"You."
"I know that, but what, specifically?"
She reaches up for my hand, touches my wrist, gives it a gentle tug. Is she hinting at what I think she is? The end of my dick pulses as precome surges out of me, hot and urgent. I slide my hand over her breasts, her stomach, toward her waistband.
"I thought about you and me, together, naked. I thought about claiming you, possessing you, owning you. I thought about bringing my rock-hard dick to your perfect virgin pussy and gliding inside, your walls spreading for me, your entrance hot, your clit aching..."
Her moan becomes inviting, even if it's laced with nerves, when I slip my hand down her waistband and over her mound. My dick aches, shuddering when I reach her needy nub. She gasps and wriggles against me.
"What... else?" she whimpers.
"I thought about sucking your nipples, rubbing your clit, and making you ache all over. I thought about being the only goddamn man who ever touched you." My voice is wild. I don't even know what I'm saying. "I thought about every morning I walked into the bakery, wanting you, needing you, but knowing I was too fucked up."
She reaches up to clasp onto my face as I massage her clit, rubbing her softly at first, and then harder, faster when her moans pick up speed. I drive my stiffness against her ass, and she pushes back against me, grinding in time with the frantic motions of my hand.