I only stop when she kisses me hard enough her teeth nip my lip and my cock jerks, pleasure running down my spine before I spill into her.
I bear my weight on my arms as I tuck my face against the curve of her neck and breathe, the first real, clear breath I have taken since her accident all those weeks ago.
“Let me take you home,” I whisper against her skin.
“Will you stay?” She asks.
“Whatever you want, you can have,” I push up so I can look down at her, “You want me to stay and never leave, that’s what I’ll do. You want me to go and come back tomorrow, then that’s what we do.”
“Stay,” She whispers, “Please.”
I nod, kissing her gently and then slowly pull out ofher, helping her to right herself and then get her up off the table.
“Ready?” I ask.
“What about all of this?” She glances at the paintings on the walls.
“It’s yours,” I tell her. “I own the building but it’s yours.”
Reaching into the pocket of my jacket, I pull out the set of keys and hand them to her. “Whenever you question my devotion to you, I want you to come here. I want you to look at how badly you haunt me. I want you to see the love I have for you in every stroke of paint, and I want you to see that my obsession and my love for you will forever be immortalized in these paintings.”
Chapter Fifty-eight
Killian’s chest presses against my spine as the early morning sun streams in through a break in the curtain. I slept like the dead the moment my head hit the pillow, not waking up for a single minute through the night.
Stretching out like a cat, I roll onto my back and turn my face toward him. He still sleeps, his face seeming younger without the permanent frown on his face.
Lifting a hand, I run the tip of my finger down the sharp lines of his cheekbones and then down to his jaw, the course hair of his beard scratching against my hand.
He suddenly captures my wrist and in the next blink,he’s rolled himself on top of me, my thighs cradling his hips as his sleepy eyes meet mine.
“Good morning,” I breathe, my hands trapped in his as his hips secure me to the mattress.
“It is now,” He rasps as his hips roll into me, the hardness of his cock pressing to the center of me.
I giggle, “Did you sleep?”
“Better than I have in weeks,” He leans down to kiss me, the touch of his lips soft.
“Me too,” I whisper.
“I’m moving in,” He declares abruptly right before his lips are trailing down my throat, his tongue licking across my skin. My skin pebbles with the sensation of his mouth on my skin, short circuiting my brain so it takes a minute to register what he just said.
“Wait,” I push on him, “What?”
“Did you not hear me, baby?” His teeth graze along my clavicle before he works his way further down my body.
My fingers thread into his hair as he takes one of my nipples into his mouth and I have to stifle a moan.
“I – I heard you,” I stutter as he pinches my nipple between his teeth, “I just–”
My words cut off when he rolls his hard cock into me, the pleasure of his mouth on my nipple and his cock rubbing against my clit forcing a moan from me.
“We could move into my place,” He continues, working me up until I become a mess beneath him, “But that place isn’t you. It isn’t us. This place is.”
“You want to live together?” I manage to ask.
“I don’t want to be apart from you for a single hour, day or night,” He admits. “Ever.”
