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I wrap my arms around his neck drawing him closer. When he lifts his head, he looks more vulnerable than I’ve ever seen him. “I’m going to make it right.”
I shake my head. “That’s not what I said.”
“I know. But I’m still making that promise. You deserve all the beautiful things in life, Chloe. I’ll give them to you.”
He lets me go then, returning to the stove. And though I’m more tired than hungry, I eat when he commands, just because I know it will make him feel better.
When we’re done, he takes my hand and leads me through the other door, which leads into a bedroom. This place doesn’t boast the giant bed that he has in the loft but it’s a nice, soft looking queen, and I sigh at the idea of crawling under the covers.
He strips off my clothes and then I do just that, pulling the covers over my body. He brushes a hand through my hair.
“Aren’t you coming?”
Leaning down, he kisses my forehead. “Soon.”
“Where are you going?” I can hear the fear in my voice.
He runs a hand through my hair. “I’ll be right in the kitchen where you can find me anytime you need. I’ll just be on the phone. You’ll be able to hear me the whole time.”
I nod, feeling better, even as my eyes slide closed. I do hear him, the deep thrum of his baritone voice for about two minutes, and then I’m sound asleep.
I have no idea how much time passes but I wake when his weight sinks into the bed next to me. “Killian?”
“It’s me, baby.” He pulls me close, his hand spreading out on my belly as he nuzzles into my neck.
“What time is it?”
“Late,” he answers sounding tired.
I’m tempted to ask him what he’s been doing, but I know he won’t tell me. It’s part of how he protects me. So instead, I roll over, pressing my front to his. He’s naked too, and I tangle our legs together as I kiss him.
His hungry lips devour mine as he grabs my ass in one of his hands, squeezing the flesh as he pulls me against his hard cock.
That first night, the tight squeeze of his hand might have frightened me. But not tonight.
I know that Killian would never hurt me. In fact, he’d move mountains to keep me safe. And whenever I’ve asked him to soften his behavior to accommodate my past, my fears, he’s acquiesced without a word of complaint.
This is a man who loves me. A man I can trust.
And I know what I want to give him. It’s for me too. It’s my way of putting my past behind me.
Which is why I untangle my legs and start kissing over his jaw, down his neck and across his chest.
He hisses when I lick his nipples, but I keep going, kissing over the ridges of his abs until his cock bumps my chin.
We both laugh as I pull my chin tighter to my chest so that I can lick the tip.
He sucks in a breath, his hand settling on my shoulder, his fingers twitching against my skin.
I take the head between my lips, suckling before I draw him deeper, sinking down his thick length. I gag a bit, forgetting just how full he makes a girl’s mouth. His fingers tighten as he pulls me away.
I let him guide me off his cock as I reach my arm around my neck to gather all my hair over one shoulder.
“Killian?” I look up his body, my eyes locking on his as I give him another lick.
“I want to fuck you.”
I shake my head. “Take my hair.”