I’m just not sure he’d forgive me when he finds out what I’ve been keeping to myself all these years.
I sit with my mom for a while longer, changing the subject to much safer topics, before going up to my childhood bedroom to collect a few more boxes to take home with me.
It’s mostly books, and a few photos of Bella and me. Since I ordered a new bookcase for my room, I thought it was time to unpack all the books I spent my late teen years lost in.
My dad, having returned home while I was packing them away, helps me load the boxes into the back of my car. I thank him, giving him a quick hug, before climbing into the driver’s seat and heading home.
***
Rough fingertips glide up my bare calves and over my knees before breaching the bottom of my skirt where it rests against my thighs.
I fight the urge to squirm as I hold my book open in front of me, pretending to be engrossed in the words on the page.
The fingers pause, waiting for me to protest, and when I say nothing, they continue higher. His thumb brushes against the edge of my cotton panties and I suck in a breath, my grip tightening on the paperback.
“Killian,” I hiss over the top of the book.
He glances up at me from where his head rests on my stomach. “Hmm?”
“My parents are home,” I whisper breathlessly.
“And?” He asks, his thumb trailing back and forth below the edge of my panties.
“And-” my words turn into a gasp as he lightly brushes my clit. Any argument I had prepared dies on my tongue as he repeats the action again, using more pressure this time.
“Oh, God,” I whimper.
Killian raises a brow. “Shh, angel. Your parents are home.”
His fingers hook into the sides of my underwear, and he quickly pulls them down, discarding of them on the floor before continuing his ministrations.
Killian props himself up on his elbows between my legs and I let my thighs drop open, watching him as his eyes roam over me hungrily.
I used to be embarrassed when we would be intimate like this, but Killian has made it known in the two years we’ve been dating that I have nothing to hide from him. He makes me feel confident in my own skin every single day.
He looks up at me through hooded eyes and tips his chin at my book where it lays forgotten across my chest. “Tell me about your book, Dais.”
I frown, my chest heaving in anticipation. “What?”
“Your book. Tell me what it’s about while I eat this pretty pussy.”
His thumb rubs slow, torturous circles over my clit as he slowly pushes one long digit inside of me. I gasp, dropping my head back against the pillow.
“Can’t hear you, angel,” Killian taunts as he lowers himself between my thighs.
I flick my togue out, wetting my dry lips before clearing my throat. “Umm… it’s about a man who-” another gasp escapes me as his warm tongue flattens against my clit and headds another finger, “who is in love with his pregnant roommate.”
“Mm-hmm,” he hums against me, sending vibrations rocketing through my core. My back arches off the bed and I begin grinding against his face.
“And. Oh, God,” I cry as he curls his fingers inside of me, flicking them against my g-spot. My legs shake as he laps at me faster and I try to clamp them shut.
Killian shakes his head, using his free hand to hold one of my thighs open. He pulls his mouth away, causing me to whimper in protest. “And what?”
“And they pretend to be engaged to her family.” He removes his fingers, replacing them with his tongue and I clamp my mouth shut to hold back the scream threatening to tear free.
“You taste so good, angel. Keep going,” he mumbles against me, and I shake my head as sweat gathers at my temples, heat building at the base of my spine.
“I can’t, Killian. I’m so close.”
