“Baby, stop. I can’t hurt you. I am supposed to be taking care of you. What the hell am I doing? Did I hurt you, Kiera? I was getting rough.”
“I think I like it that way, Killian,” she purrs up at me, eyes begging me to give her what she needs. Dropping close, I kiss her hard, unable to deny her just a little.
“Good. Then I know next time I do not have to be gentle.Tonight, I am keeping my promise. I am taking care of you, Kiera.”
“Hmm, pretty sure I just got taken very, very good care of,” she teases.
“Baby, stop it,” I hum against her mouth. “I want to pin you beneath me so I can fuck you until you forget everything else but me. I can’t now. Let me be a good guy. I want to show you they exist.”
Something softens in her bright violet eyes. There is a moment between us as I press closer, gently, where we’re bare to each other. Not just because we’re skin to skin. It’s more than that. Beyond that. It’s a flicker of trust, the start of something between two strangers who might never have trusted this way before.
“They do because I think I might be looking at one.”
Grinning down at her proudly, I nod, bending my head once more to press kisses down her throat, over the swell of her soft tits, down her chest. Taking time with the bruises at her ribs, I press soft, butterfly kisses to each mark. Grasping her thighs, I push them up and out as I fit myself between them again. Watching her with hungry eyes, I go back to eating her, slow, gentle, taking my time savoring her.
Just as I swore at the burger shack, I spend most of the night eating her. I make her come with a shout, I make her come soft, panting my name. Changing it up, I lie down and pull her to sit on my face, making her come as she rides my tongue and plays with her tits. Watching her chasing her climax, taking what is hers, is so fucking hot, I come with her, jerking all over her plump ass as she reaches back to stroke me.
“Ah, fuck, baby,” I hiss as she rubs the swollen head between her cheeks, spreading my cum all over her pussy.
“We’ve made a mess,” she taunts me with a laugh, bending to lick at my mouth. “Will you clean us up?”
“Baby, I will do anything you ask of me,” I admit, panting for breath before she kisses me, slipping her sweet tongue into my mouth.
We shower together, my hands gentle on her wounds. Kiera is a kisser and beneath the hot spray, she lets me cradle her close after I’ve cleaned her, kissing me until the water goes cold. It’s so intimate. Softer and sweeter than anything I have ever shared with someone before.
Carrying her to the bed, I settle her damp body beneath the sheets. Smiling up at me, she reaches for me, but I shake my head. Going to my closet, I pull out a fresh pair of sweat for myself and a top for her. I won’t be able to continue being a good boy as I promised, if she presses that curvy body against me all damn night.
“No fun,” she teases as I yank the shirt over her. “But go ahead. Be the good guy. I don’t mind.”
“I intend to, babe. Come here, we can cuddle like an old couple.”
Laughing, she lets me drag her close beneath the covers, sliding her thigh between mine. Her head nestles on my pillow as I drag her closer and closer until she giggles and pushes at me. Jesus, she’s adorable. Brushing my fingertips over her face, I frown when I see her smile fade.
“What is it, Kiera?”
“I, uh...I am old enough to be your mother, Killian,” she whispers. Blinking at her, my frown deepens until her eyes come back to mine.
“Doubt it. Still, my mother was a fox, so not too far off,” I tease until I see it seems to really bother her. “Kiera, I am twenty-five. I am not a young boy; I am a grown man. I have my own business. My own place. Even if it is...lacking. I made a few poor decisions in my life. Coming to your rescue, bringing you here, wanting you this way, not a single one of those make thatlist. I do not care how old you are. Where did you come from? Or why you came here. All I care is that you are here, with me.”
“I guess I could be an older aunt,” she teases with a flush. Doubt flitters over her features again until I cup her face gently.
“Kiera, let it be what it is. It’s good. We never know what will come tomorrow. What won’t come. Yeah, I am a bit of a surfer bro, I spend a lot of time on the beach, catching waves, drinking with my buddies. I can be more than one thing. Just like any man. I am not some foolish boy. I can take care of you, Kiera. In all the ways that count.”
Nodding, she bites her lip as I drag her closer, a hand full of her plump ass. Smiling, I shake my head and bend to kiss her softly. But she is a kisser, and she softens against me, her little body rocking against me. Taking over the kiss, she crawls over me, licking my mouth open as her bare sex rubs against my hard cock.
“Behave. Let me be a good guy tonight, baby.”
“Trying to. I just never,” her voice is so soft, so tiny, I barely hear her. “I’ve never felt the things I’ve felt today. With you. I am afraid...if we stop, if it stops...”
Shaking my head, I cut her off. “It won’t stop. It just got started. You trust me, don’t you? Not because I saved you. Because I won’t give you reason not to, Kiera.”
Staring up at me, she hesitates a moment. I get it. Yesterday I did not even exist for her. All that did was whoever or whatever hurt her, whatever sent her running from True Ridge. That will all be there tomorrow for her to face. But the truth she is slowly accepting is—I will be there too.
“Yes. Yes, I do trust you. Even if I am not sure I can,” she whispers.
“You can. I swear, I am one of the good ones. I will be one of the best if you let me. Give me a shot. Let me prove this just got started.”
Nodding, she snuggles closer, nestling against me with a sated sigh. Smiling, I kiss her forehead, her nose, then her lips. Again, because she is a greedy kisser, we wind up kissing for a long time. I am thankful I thought to put clothes on us, or I would not have lasted five minutes in bed with her kisses, with her hands roaming all over me, her soft little whimpers.
