24
It’s only a five minute ride to Killian’s place, a modern detached house nestled in the heart of a quiet cul-de-sac on the outer edge of town.
We turn into his driveway, and I’d be lying if I said I was happy about it. I wish the ride over here was longer, because I’m perfectly content where I am. The front of my body pressed up against the back of his, my arms secured around his middle and my head resting against his back. The long skirt of my dress is bunched up around the top of my thighs. Modesty went out the window the second I climbed on the bike, if Killian were to get off, my panties would be on display forthe entire world to see.
Killian’s hand barely left my thigh as we wound through the streets, his thumb rubbing lazy circles on my leg as though to comfort me. There was nothing sexual about his touch but I couldn’t help wish his hand was placed a little higher.
He switches off the engine and I reluctantly peel myself away, climbing off the bike and smoothing down my dress as he swings his leg over the bike. Taking my hand, we head inside the house and he leads me up the stairs and into the first room on the left, a large double bedroom and I stop just inside the door to take it all in. It’s gorgeous.
The feature wall is matte black, vertical panels placed close together extending the full height of the wall. The soft light from the chrome table lamps either side of the huge bed in the middle of the room give out a warm golden glow. It’s stylish and surprisingly tasteful, but everything about it screams masculinity. The bed is king size with a charcoal leather headboard I’m sure could tell some stories. There’s not a crinkle or crease on the dark grey and white bed sheets, it looks immaculate, almost like it’s never been slept in.
“Here, take these.”
I spin around to find him holding a pile of clothes out to me. “They’ll be too big on you, but at least they’ll be comfortable. Towels are in the bathroom on the rack if you wanna take a shower.” He runs a hand though his hair that’s tied back into a bun, looking uncomfortable which I find hard to believe. “You want me make something to eat? Any preference?”
“I’m sure whatever you choose will be fine.”
He nods before heading for the door, but he stalls, his hand lingering on the door frame as he hangs back, like he wants to say something else. “You look stunning.”
“What?” I blurt out.
He clears his throat, his eyes lifting to mine. “You’re stunning,” he repeats.
My heart is thumping so hard I can feel my pulse in my eardrums, my stomach is doing somersaults because the way he’s looking at me right now, the way his dark chocolate eyes hold mine makes me want to melt into a puddle right here on the carpet.
Without another word he leaves the room.
“Killian,” I call after him. He backs up a step, his head poking around the door frame.
“Thank you.” I smile.For everything.
The corner of his mouth twitches and he nods once before continuing down the hallway.
After I’ve taken a shower, I change into the clothes he left out for me. They swallow me whole but they’re warm and they smell like him, so I don’t mind. The bottom of the black t-shirt almost reaches my knees and the sweatpants are miles too long, so I have to roll the legs up so they bunch at my ankles, pulling the drawstring around my waist as tight as it will allow.
I pad down the stairs and find him in the kitchen where he’s dishing up our food. It smells incredible.
I take a seat on the stool at the kitchen island. “What are we having?”
He glances over his shoulder as he stirs the pot on the stove. “Mac and cheese, okay?”
I smile. “Sounds perfect.”
“Clothes alright?” he asks.
“A tad too big, but they’re great. Thanks.”
I run my palm along the smooth dark oak worktop that’scool under my touch, the colour standing out from the matte black kitchen cabinets and the bronze accents. The under-cabinet lighting is warm and cosy and just like the rest of his house, it’s so veryhim.
He catches me taking in the kitchen, a smile playing on his lips.
“It’s quite the bachelor pad you have here. It’s nice. It’s very you.”Very black.
“I’ve never brought a woman here.” There’s no hesitation in his answer.
I blink at him, not sure I’ve heard him right. “Seriously?”
He shrugs. “My house ismine. It’s my safe space.”
