I still can’t believe she’s here. That she’s in my arms. It feels surreal. Too good to be true. And I know that when daylight comes, so does reality.
With that thought, I can’t help myself. I lean down and brush my lips over hers gently.
She stirs, moaning softly as her lips reciprocate the kiss, her arm wrapping around my neck. She runs her nails through the back of my hair, and I wrap my arms around her, pulling her tighter against me.
“I don’t want this night to end,” she admits on a whisper, echoing my own thoughts.
It doesn’t have to. Just stay here with me,is what I want to say.I’ll get on my knees and beg if I have to,I want to scream.
But I don’t say any of those things.
Instead, I push her to her back and lower myself between her legs and say, “it’s not over yet, angel.”
And then I show her with my tongue all the reasons why she should stay with me.
CHAPTER 35
DAISY
The faint sound of running water rouses me from the comatose sleep I had fallen into somewhere around four a.m.
My muscles scream at me as I roll onto my back. I’m confused for the briefest of moments before I register the telltale ache between my thighs, the beard burn tingling all over my body and the events of last night hit me all at once.
Snapshots play out against the back of my eyelids.
Killian dragging me away from Lainey and her brothers.
Click.
Pinning me against the wall in his entryway.
Click.
Him hovering above me as he slid inside.
Click.
His head buried between my thighs.
Click.
Me on myknees in front of him.
Click.
Climbing on top of him in the middle of the night and riding him.
I shoot up in bed, the sheets falling to my waist, leaving my breasts on display. My eyes fly to the closed bathroom door, the sounds of the shower coming from behind it.
Oh my God, what have I done?
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I whisper, throwing the sheets off me and clambering out of the bed in search of my clothes.
I find my jeans at the end of the bed, along with my socks and boots. My shirt is tossed haphazardly off to the side. My underwear is nowhere to be found, and I spin in a circle, my brow furrowed as a light sheen of sweat breaks out.
I need to leave.
I need to be gone before Killian comes out of the shower and asks me questions that I’m not ready to answer.
