“But you wanna know something? Kissing you is about asclose to heaven as I’ll ever get, because I’m surely going to hell.”
“You really are a romantic at heart, aren’t you?” she teases.
“And if you tell a single person, I’ll have to put you over my knee.”
My dick twitches in my sweats. He likes that idea.
“You shouldn’t threaten me with a good time, I might justaccidentallylet it slip.”
My hands squeeze her ass. “Oh, butterfly… You’re just racking up the spankings I’m gonna give you, but then I think you’d enjoy it, wouldn’t you?”
I give her a little slap on her ass, the sound making my dick twitch. She gasps, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as her cheeks redden.
“I knew it. My dirtyfuckinggirl. Mygoodgirl.”
I didn’t forget my promise to explore the praise kink I discovered during our naughty little phone call at Thanksgiving. I made sure to tell her how good she was for me, how fucking stunning she looked as she squeezed my cock and I loved every minute. I’m gonna enjoy exploring it with her a little more.
“So, does this mean we’re like…together?”
My jaw tightens. “I’ve never been in a relationship, Kaia. I don’t know how to be. I don’t know how to do this.” How can someone like me be what she needs me to be? Am I capable of that? Iwantto be. “But I’ll try,” I add.
Her eyes soften, the hint of a smile on her lips. “We don’t have to label anything or rush whatever this is, all I ask is that while we’re together you don’t sleep with other women.”
I reach up to brush a stray hair that’s fallen across her face and tuck it behind her ear. “I don’t want anyone else. I knowI have a reputation, but you and me? This is different. I only ever want one night, but I think I might want you forever,” I confess, that last part falling from my mouth so easily.
Her eyes light up with hope. “Really?”
“Yes. And after I help you out of that shirt you’re wearing, finding you naked underneath, I’m going to do a number ofhighlyindecent things to you and you’ll be in no doubt that you’re mine, and that I’m yours.”
I do my best to ignore the stab of guilt in my gut as I kiss her, my fingers teasing the hem of my shirt she’s wearing when my mind returns to how all of this started and how all of this ends.
30
The last few days have been a whirlwind and I don’t think my feet have touched the ground once. Since the first night we slept together, we’ve rarely been apart—rarelyout of bed if we’re being technical.
On days when I’m not working late, Killian and I cook dinner together. Sometimes I cook and he watches, eating me up with his eyes and more often than not, I become the starter. Then after we eat, I return the favour and have him for dessert.
And on nights he picks me up after my shift, we go for late night rides out on his bike. Most nights we head to the town’s namesake, Stillwater Falls, a huge waterfall cascading over the rocks into the wide lake below it. The woodlands surrounding it is lit up with Christmas lights, the bare trees twinkling under the moonlight. It’s a winter wonderland and it’s beautiful.Magical. When we finally come home, we spend the rest of the night in bed, though sleep is the last thing on our minds.
He’s insatiable and apparently so am I. We can’t keep our hands off each other. Not a single flat surface has been left untouched. And as much as I love it when he gets rough with me, how much it turns me on when he takes control, and how quickly his dirty words have me on the verge of orgasmic bliss. It’s the times when he takes it slow, his touch gentle and his kisses tender that are my favourite. I love the praise he whispers in my ear as he moves inside me, his thrusts deep and unhurried. It’s in those moments I can almost believe he loves me, but that’s a thought I won’t allow myself to entertain.
He now sleeps in the bed with me, not next door in the box room on a mattress on the floor. I fall asleep wrapped up in his arms and I wake up the exact same way. His nightmares don’t seem to find him when he’s next to me.
He feels safe with me.
And I’ve never been happier. I’ve finally found a place where I belong. I don’t care where I am, as long as I’m with him, I’m home. Not even the messages I’ve been getting from that unknown number can bring me down. I’ve received a couple more over the last few days and I’ve ignored every single one. I’m not interested. It’s some woman from Killian’s past who hates the fact he’s moved on and I’ve decided it’s not worth my time getting worked up over.
My phone pings with an incoming message.
There’s a tingle that spreads between my legs, arousal pooling low in my belly. Killian decided to wake me up this morning with his head wedged between my legs and his tongue buried inside me and lost track of time. In his rush to leave for work, he left his kutte hanging on the back of the bedroom door, which sparked an idea that I couldn’t resist carrying out.
I start typing a reply.
I attach the photo I took this morning before I left for work. It’s a photo of me wearing his kutte and nothing else. Ithangs open at the front and I shiver just remembering the cool leather rubbing my hardened nipples. I’m not wearing panties, in their place is my hand, my fingers buried deep in my pussy.
You can’t see anything, and all the important areas are covered, but it gives him a pretty good idea what I’m up to while he’s at work.
I grin as I hit send, my stomach doing a little flip. God, I wish I could be a fly on the wall when he reads the message.
