Jumping out of bed, I run to the bathroom, before I go down to figure out what the hell is going on. It only takes me a few minutes before I'm tip-toeing down the hall, on edge, waiting for Kieran to push me into another room, to lock the door.
By the time I make it downstairs, my heart is racing, and I'm not surewhat to expect. What I find shocks me just as much as the whole interaction with Kieran from before—he's moving around the kitchen, cooking. I watch him wash lettuce before he moves onto cutting up vegetables for the salad he's making.
Every move he makes I can't help but focus on the muscles that pop. God, I remember him being hot as fuck from the last time, but this is something else. He begins cutting some cucumbers, and my gaze goes straight to his forearms. I've never been so attracted to a pair of forearms before.
"Do you want to help?" Kieran’s deep voice breaks through my thoughts about him. I can feel the heat of my embarrassment on my face, especially when I look up and see his sexy smirk. He knows I was checking him out, and I can feel the blush deepen.
"Mia. Would you like to help me cut these vegetables?" he asks again.
"Sure," I reply quickly, ignoring everything else. I move over to wherehe was stationed at the kitchen. Kieran moves over, allowing me to keep my focus on what I'm doing, but still very much aware of what he is doing around me.
"Do you have specific bowls you would like me to put these in?" I ask, while finishing up the last of the vegetables.
Kieran comes up behind me, and I can feel the heat from his body, making my nipples pebble. No matter what he does, I can't seem to put him out of my mind or convince my body to react differently.
I hold my breath when he reaches up to the cabinets above me, his firm chest pushes up against my back, making my body arch, and push my ass into him. I can feel the hardness of his cock, and the feel of him makes my mouth water.
Kieran places a stack of glass bowls down on the counter, bringing me back to the present. "Here you go," he whispers in my ear, before taking a step back.
I immediately feel the loss of him but try to move my focus back to the salad, though, I'm not doing a great job. My mind keeps replaying the way his lips felt on my neck when he woke me up, making my clit throb with need. To the way he made me feel the night we met. His rough hands all over my body, licking, and nipping at every inch of me. I've never had anyone make me feel pleasure the way he did. I haven't been with anyone since then, nor have I even wanted to.
The alarm on the oven goes off making me jump, and I can hear Kieran chuckle, but continue to open the oven and pull out the amazing smelling casserole. He places it on top of the oven to cool. As I move over to it, I mutter, "What did you end up choosing to reheat?"
"I think it's Shepherd’s pie," he says, moving to another cabinet in the kitchen, pulling out two plates. He hands one to me, and I take it. The serving spoons are nextto the stove, so I grab one, taking a huge scoop. My stomach rumbles with the smell, and I can't wait to dive in.
Next, I go over to where I was cutting up vegetables. I make a salad with cucumbers and carrots. Kieran has a small kitchen table to the side of the room that I walk over to. He already has dressing out on the table. I reach for the ranch and it makes me smile—it's my favorite. I eat ranch on everything but haven't been able to buy it because of low funds.
Kieran sits down next to me but doesn't say a word. We eat in silence for about a minute before he stands up again, muttering, "I forgot to grab a drink, you want one?"
"Sure. Water," I reply but I don't stop eating. I know I haven't been able to eat in a while, but I still didn't realize how hungry I was.
A glass is placed down in front of me. I pick it up, taking a big gulp. Kieran places a hand on my shoulder, makingme look up at him. "I’m sorry that I didn’t take better care of you when you got here. I should’ve brought you up here and fed you the moment you woke up.”
His words have me slowing down, surprising me. Is this guy actually apologizing to me? I can’t help but think it would be poetic if I end up throwing up. Kieran sits down next to me and continues to eat. I watch him from the corner of my eye, taking in the man that has forced me to marry him. We might have had one night together, but I don't really know much about him.
Deciding to take matters into my own hands, I focus back on my food before I ask him, "What do you like to do?"
Kieran doesn't stop eating but he pulls his brows in as if he's not sure how to answer the question. Even when I lived with my mom, and she was running my life, I had a few things I liked to do. They might've been small, but they we're still mine.
"Drive my cars," he says in that deep tone that always makes me shiver.
"That's not a hobby," I say to him, clearly confused.
He just gives me a small smirk, before saying, "You asked what do I like to do? I assumed you want something not so violent, and I like to drive my cars."
"O-kay," I say, putting my utensils down, focusing on him. "Why do you like driving your cars?"
"It makes me feel free and clears my head," he replies, taking his last bite. Kieran stands up, then places his hand out to me. "Do you want to feel it?"
"What?"
"Do you want to see what I mean about driving cars?" he says, the tone of his voice challenging me.
Not one to back down from a challenge, I stand up myself, giving him a smirk. "Lead the way."
“Are you done eating?” he asks me, having me pause for a moment. No one has ever made sure that I have what I need this much before, giving me a warm feeling.
Not wanting to examine the warm feeling, I focus on his question first. “Yes. I’m full. Thank you.”
