He kisses the space between my neck and shoulder. “Stay. Just a little longer.”
Oh, how I wish I could. I look at him from over my shoulder. “I can’t. I need to shower, get changed and deal with work stuff.”
“Mmm,” he grumbles against my skin. “I think the shower is a great idea. I can make sure every inch of you is clean.”
Don’t say yes. Don’t say yes.
But I really want to. This could be my opening to finding out if maybe this doesn’t have to be one night—maybe this whole week could be spent having fantastic sex.
My insecurities are screaming at me not to be needy and ask, so I keep myself in check and let it be his choice. “I can’t.”
His lips move up my neck to rest on my ear. “You’re sure?”
No.
“Yes.”
“How about breakfast at least?”
I sigh. God, this guy is so sweet. “Fine. Breakfast and then I need to leave and get ready before my meeting.”
He runs his tongue along the shell of my ear. “Too bad I can’t eat you.”
This is becoming impossible to extricate myself from and the way his voice rumbles against me sends sparks shooting everywhere. I melt into his embrace. “Killian…I…want you again, so much.”
He lets me go and then rolls himself on top of me, caging me in. “We both have shit we need to deal with today. Let’s at least have this.”
I purse my lips and stare into those stunning fucking eyes. “Ten minutes.”
He grins. “Then I better get to work.”
And work he does. Oh, God how he works.
We finish and I get dressed. I had to force him to leave the room so I could actually get my clothes on this time.
Thankfully, he listens and promises to feed me so I can tackle the day. I’m going to need sustenance since I am lacking sleep and have expended a hell of a lot of energy.
I walk out of his bedroom, and he has a plate with eggs and bacon, a yogurt cup with fresh fruit, and another plate with pancakes sitting on the kitchen island.
“What’s all this?” I ask with a smile.
“Breakfast.”
My eyes widen as I look at the spread. “This is…well, a lot.”
He shrugs. “Pick one then. Whatever we don’t eat I’m sure one of the ranch hands will want.”
Okay. I go for the yogurt and Killian takes the eggs.
“So, you mentioned this is a horse ranch?”
“It is.”
“What kind of horses?” I ask before taking a bite.
“We board, train, and breed racehorses, but we also have horses who are old and just want a pasture to roam. Our bread and butter is breeding, though.”
I nod as if I have a clue what that means. “That’s fun. I went to a horse camp for a summer and learned to ride and care for horses. I can’t imagine how amazing it is to be around them all the time. It sounds like a dream.”
