Another, different type of shiver wracks through her. Goosebumps litter her neck. And her shoulders drop with her breathy exhale. “Yes.”
My eyes fall closed in relief, my lungs release and the final piece slots into place as a single word flashesin my mind.
Finally.
CHAPTER 44
DAISY
Two strong hands land on my shoulders before I’m spinning and Killian’s mouth crashes against mine.
His lips are wet from the rain and when my tongue darts out, I taste the saltiness mixed with the lingering burn of the whiskey he was drinking in the bar.
His hand moves to my hair, tangling in the wet curls as he tilts my head back for better access while his other hand trails down my back, bringing me flush against him.
My pulse hammers in my neck as Killian kisses me with urgency, his tongue tangling with mine. He releases a moan, it’s deep and gravelly and I feel it all the way down to my toes.
The kiss is raw, emotional and filled with all the things we haven’t said to each other.
I’m sorry.
I love you.
I need you.
My skin is on fire despite the icy air. My stomach clenches with desire and the space between my thighs pulses with need for this man.
“Take me home,” I breathe against him.
Killian pulls back, his chest heaving in tempo with mine as he presses his forehead to mine. “Tell me you don’t want a divorce.”
I look up at him through wet eyelashes. “I don’t want a divorce.”
Killian nods. “Tell me you love me.”
I swallow, wetting my lips as I hold his eyes. “I love you, Killian.”
His eyes closed, all the breath leaving him is a whoosh. “Fuck,” he chokes out. “I’ve wanted to hear that for so fucking long, angel.”
He grips my cheeks in both hands and places a quick kiss on my mouth. “I love you.” Another kiss. “So fucking much. You have no idea.”
Killian’s face breaks into the widest smile I’ve ever seen, and I find myself smiling right back at him, giddy.
There’s still a lot we need to discuss, issues we still need to work through, but all of that falls to the wayside as Killian bends at the knees and scoops me up by the waist, throwing me over his shoulder fireman style and jogging toward his truck.
I let out an embarrassingly high-pitched squeal as his hand connects with my exposed ass before he tugs my dress down, concealing me from the rain.
Killian deposits me in the passenger seat of the truck, stealing another kiss from me before jogging around the hood and climbing in next to me.
The drive to his cabin is quiet, the air in the small cab charged with anticipation and adrenaline as we steal glances at one another. Unlike the last time we were in his truck, the smile doesn’t leave his face the entire drive, his hand resting on my bare thigh possessively.
I don’t think I take a full breath in the ten minutes it takes for us to pull into his driveway. I’m practically panting by the time we arrive, needy and desperate to feel his hands on other parts of my body.
Killian rounds the truck, offering his hand as I climb out before closing the door behind me and leading me up the front steps and into his house.
He removes his hat, shaking out his damp hair as I shrug my jacket off and kick off my boots. Killian takes my hand again, pulling me down the hall and up the stairs, through his bedroom to the ensuite bathroom.
Releasing my hand, he leans into the shower and turns on the water, testing the temperature before coming to stand in front of me again.
