“Fuck, baby…” Killian moans as he follows me over the edge, his cock thickening inside me as he succumbs to his release. His body jerks, low grunts rumbling through his chest as he rides it out.
I almost wish there wasn’t a condom between us, I want to know what it feels like to have him come deep inside me.
I collapse on top of him and his arms wrap around me. “Youokay?”
I rest my chin on his chest to look up at him and smile. “I’m perfect.”
I lie there for a moment before I lift off him, noticing the streak of blood left behind on the condom and my cheeks heat.
“Nothing to be embarrassed about, butterfly.” He presses a kiss to my lips before he stands.
He leaves the room, returning a minute later, the condom has gone and in his hand is a warm, wet washcloth. He cleans me up before tossing the cloth onto the floor and joining me on the mattress.
Pulling me into his arms, he places a kiss to the top of my head.
I settle my head on his chest and before I know it, I drift into a deep contented sleep.
29
I woke up this morning with a weight on my chest, both figuratively and literally. A twang of guilt tugged at my heart when I glanced down to where Kaia’s head rested on my chest, directly over my heart, her naked body tucked up close against mine like she belonged there.
A couple of the guys would have me believe that sex is different when your partner isn’t some random stranger you picked up at a bar, a woman whose name you can’t remember and whose face will fade from memory the second they leave when it’s all over. That sex feels more meaningful when it’s with someone you care about, when it’s not just aboutyourpleasure, but the pleasure you’re givingthem.
I never believed them until last night.
I felt tied to her in a way I’ve never experienced. Not just physically connected, but emotionally too. I took the time to figure out what she liked, where she liked to be touched. Learned every place on her body she liked to be kissed. I ate up every whimper, every cry of pleasure that escaped her. I revelled in watching her come undone beneath me, giving herself over to her pleasure. It was the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
For weeks I’ve resisted getting too attached to her, but after last night that resistance has well and truly snapped. I can’t wrap my head around this hold she has on me. But all I know is that I can’t bear to be away from her for even a second.
She’s allowed me to claim her innocence, and in doing so, she’s claimed a part of me too.
That’s why I had to get out of there, why I’m currently shredding the skin from my knuckles as I hammer my fists against the punching bag in my garage instead of being where I really want to be. Which is upstairs lying next to her, holding her, enjoying her warmth and the comfort that comes with being near her.
It’s a distraction from my racing thoughts. The things I’m feeling are all new to me and I don’t know how to make sense of them.
She gave me her first time, and in the last few weeks she’s had several of mine. She’s ridden on the back of my bike, something I never allow. She’s the first person I’ve kissed in years and here she is staying in my house, sleeping in my bed.
I’m breaking all my rules for her. Rules set out to protect me. Rules I wanna keep on breaking.
But how am I supposed to look her in the eye knowing what I’ve done?
I pound the bag again and it swings back violently on its chain.
Running a hand through my sweat-soaked hair, I notice a figure in my periphery leaning up against the door frame watching me.
She’s wearing one of my shirts andfuckif it doesn’t look better on her than it ever did on me. It ends mid-thigh, those long creamy legs that were wrapped around my waist and crushing my skull last night on full display, smooth and bare.
She crosses her arms over her chest. “I can think of a hundred things to do to start the morning, and pounding a punching bag isn’t one of them.”
“So can I, only you were asleep and somnophilia’s not really my thing.”
A laugh slips free, her mouth spreading into a wide smile, her lips still pink and swollen from the hours I spent kissing them last night.
My chest pulls tight and I dart my eyes away, turning back towards the punching bag. I feel her watching me as I throw a few more punches before she pushes off the door frame, and I hear her exploring the garage.
“What’s all this?” she asks. “Never took you for a hoarder.”
I glance over my shoulder to see her wandering over to the pile of old junk in the corner of the garage.
