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He squeezed just a bit on my neck. He didn’t stop my breath from flowing, otherwise I might have panicked, but instead, the pressure focused me, and brought my racing thoughts to a startling stop.
I drew in a deep breath only to have it shudder out of me.
“You okay?” he leaned in to whisper against the shell of my ear.
He was the one with the big revelations today and here he was asking ifIwas okay?
I was fine. My libido was wrecked.
I shivered in response to his rumbling in my ear. “Yeah. I just wished I’d seen you before now. All this time wasted when we could’ve been together.”
“It’s like you said earlier. Maybe this is our time. And if it had happened any other way, it might not have been right for us.” He drew me against him. I tilted my head and placed light kisses along his jaw, loving how the scruff of his beard abraded my lips. We were so close there was no mistaking the hardness of his cock against my stomach.
He stiffened. “Tink.”
In that one word I knew what he was asking.
“I want this.”
“If you’re sore from last night, we don’t have to.”
I loved the care and concern he showed me. This time when he tilted my chin so we could see into each other’s eyes, his touch was gentle.
“I want you.” I traced my hands up and over his pecs and gave him a sly grin when I tweaked his nipples.
He hissed out a breath. “That’s not what I was asking.”
“I’m fine,” I insisted, ignoring the ache between my thighs.
He lifted me up and carried me into the kitchen, depositing me onto the countertop. The second my bottom hit the marble, I hissed.
Killian’s raised eyebrow had me hitting his arm. “Okay, fine. I’m a little sore.”
With a shake of his head he scooped me up into his arms.
“Where are we going?” I pretended to swoon. “I hope it’s somewhere you can have your way with me.”
He chuckled when I tried to wiggle my eyebrows.
I snaked my arms around his neck. “Is this how we’re going to get from place to place from now on?”
“I could think of worse things than to have you in my arms all the time.”
We made our way back into his bedroom and hetskedat me when I glanced longingly at the bed. Without a word he strode towards a door at the far end of the room. “It’s your fault it’s all I can think about.” I pouted. “If you weren’t so incredibly sexy, and?—”
When he used his arm to push the ornate door open I gasped. “Holy shit. This is your bathroom? Do you have parties here?” I’d never seen one so big. “What are those two doors over there?”
He looked to where I pointed. “The toilet closets.”
I giggled. “You have his and her toilets. I’m kind of impressed and horrified. Do you have his and her showers?” I scoped out the room but only noticed one extremely large shower. However, it must have had more than a dozen shower heads.
Killian, without answering, set me down on a bench next to the tub. I admired his perfectly rounded backside as he turned the water on and poured in a light purple liquid. Lavender bubble bath? Next, he opened a jar and scooped a generous amount of bath salts, which he added under the running water.
“Are you done ogling me?” He straightened and moved to the linen closet, pulling out two large fluffy towels and placing them on a rack next to the tub.
“Nope.” I popped the p. “Especially when you do sweet things like run me a bath. It just increases your sexiness aura. Don’t blame me if I decide to pull you in with me.”
“Who said I wasn’t going to join you?” He waggled his eyebrows in the way I’d been trying to do earlier.