I shrug. “Just some shit I’ve never gotten round to getting rid of.”
She pulls back a piece of tarpaulin to reveal a spare wheel for one of my old bikes, a Harley Davidson Nightster and tosses me a glance and a smirk. “Do you have a bike to go with this?And preferably another wheel or do you ride unicycles too?”
I force a smile, guilt stabbing me right through the chest. I can’t bring myself to meet her gaze because I’m afraid she’ll see right through me. Like somehow she’ll know I’m the biggest asshole on the planet. And not only that, my worst fear has come true. I’m attached to her and hurting her is going to be the end of me.
I pull back my arm, ready to strike the bag when her voice stops me.
“Did I do something wrong?”
I drop my fist, squeezing my eyes shut and turn to her. “Why d’ya say that?”
She wraps her arms around herself. “Because you’ve barely been able look at me since I walked in here.”
Fuck.
“Look, if you regret last night, just tell me so I know where I stand. You don’t have to tip toe around me, Killian, I can handle rejection, but what I can’t handle is silence and being given the cold shoulder.”
The look of rejection on her face almost kills me.
“You think I regret what we did?”
Her eyes lift to mine. “Don’t you?”
Shaking my head, I make my way towards her. “You couldn’t be more wrong, butterfly. I don’t regret a single second.”
Every word is the truth.
I bend to lift her, placing her on top of the workbench behind her, standing between her spread legs.
“Then what is it?” she presses, searching my eyes.
Tell her the truth.
Tell her what you’ve done.
I drop my gaze. “I’m not the man you think I am, Kaia. I don’t deserve you.”
She reaches for me, lifting my chin, forcing me to look at her. “I don’t know where you got that idea from because it’s complete bullshit. As cliché as it sounds, last night was the best night of my life and it’s all because of you. You made me feel worshipped andsafe, something I’ve never felt before. But you wanna know what meant the most to me last night?”
“Aside from my toe-curling orgasms?” The corner of my mouth twitch with a smirk.
She rolls her eyes again. “Yes, aside from those. What meant the most was when you kissed me. That was…everything.”
It meant everything to me too.
I lean in and press my mouth to hers, my hands cupping her face to hold her close. It’s deep and unhurried unlike last night. Last night I was so desperate for her there was no room for gentleness or patience. But this… it’s the kind of kiss you can get lost in, the kind of kiss that says a thousand words despite not a single one spoken.
I’m sorry. Forgive me.
I don’t deserve to feel this happy after what I’ve done.
I think I’m falling…
I force that last thought from my mind, shutting it down, but it’s still there. Lingering. Niggling at me.
I break the kiss, still holding her face. “Seeing you come on my cock for the first time will surely become one of the highlights of my life.”
She fights back a smile with a roll of her eyes. “You say the most romantic things.”
