He was right. I didn't know if I was staying. Didn't know what I was doing here at all, really. "Why does that matter to you?" I asked.
Killian's gaze dropped to my mouth. "Because I don't like the idea of you leaving."
Goddamn,he had a way with words. My pulse kicked up. He was close now. Close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off him. Close enough that if I tilted my head back, just a little.
"Killian…"
"Tell me to leave," he said softly. "And I will."
I should have. Should have told him this was a bad idea. That I wasn't looking for this. That he was too intense, too much, too. But I didn't. Instead, I set my glass down next to his. And closed the distance between us. His hand came up to cup my jaw, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip.
"You're trouble," I whispered.
"You have no idea."
There was no chance to think, because Killian’s mouth was crashing against mine. He kissed me like he wanted to devour me. It was urgent and needy like he hadn’t had a meal in days. His fingers dug into my waist as he pulled me up against his body and I felt a heat stir between my legs.
I was getting wet.
He tasted like whiskey and a smokey flavored sin. I was literally getting addicted to the taste of him and it was making my knees weak to the point they threatened to buckle.
Slowly, he tore his mouth away from mine.
"I should go," he said, but he didn't move an inch.
"Yeah," I agreed even though my fingers had started to curl into the fabric of the dark shirt he wore.
But neither of us meant it. He kissed me again, deeper this time, his hands tangling in my hair. I gripped his shirt, pulling him closer, needing more.
It was reckless. Stupid. Everything I told myself I wouldn't do. But God, it felt good. When we finally broke apart, Killian rested his forehead against mine.
"I'll see you soon, Lena," he murmured.
And then he was gone. I stood there in my living room, heart racing, lips swollen, wondering what the hell I'd just done. And why I already wanted him to come back.
Chapter 7
Killian
As I stepped onto the porch, I balanced two cups of coffee, one in each hand. The steam curled from the small mouth holes of the black lid. The warmth from both of them was seeping through the cardboard sleeves and into my palms. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other and just as I was about to knock, the door swung open.
Lena stood in the doorway with her hair tied up, wearing a gray sweater that was hanging off one of her shoulders.
"Hi?" she smiled but I could hear the surprise in her voice.
Awkwardly I handed her the cup with her name that I'd had the barista scrawl on there. "Thought you might want this."
"Ah…thanks," she took it, her fingers brushing against mine. "What are you doing here?"
I cleared my throat. "I figured with your car out of commission, you might want a ride to work."
Lena's head tilted to the side, just a bit while she blinked at me. Another smile eased on her lips and I knew she was thinking about last night. "That's so thoughtful of you. I was actually about to call a ride share."
"You can if you want," I replied and finally took a sip of my coffee, needing something to do.
She paused and then waved me in, "I'd rather not, if you don't mind."
Following her inside, I watched the sway of her ass. "I don't mind at all."
