Page 102 of Beneath the Mountain Sky

She’s somehow grown more beautiful in our time apart, and I’m even more desperate for her, my cock aching, pressed against the zipper of my pants, begging to drive home to the place I always felt I belonged.

With her.

So close that nothing could get between us or separate us.

I thought it would always be this way until I said the stupidest thing I ever have in my life. The one thing I thought she could never forgive me for. But somehow, this impossibly strong, stunning woman did.

She’s giving me another chance, and I will spend the rest of my life on my knees for her to prove to her that she made the right decision.

Her eyes flutter open and watch me where I still sit between her legs. I start to dip my head again to savor her one more time. To feel her come apart on my tongue and fingers.

But she threads hers through my hair again, halting my advance. “No. I need you.”

Hell.

Those are the words I always loved to hear from her mouth, but tonight, they mean so much more.

They mean forgiveness.

They mean a second chance at what I lost.

They mean a belief that things will be okay even if it feels like they won’t be.

“Are you sure?”

Her eyes narrow on me. “You won’t hurt me, Killian. You never could.”

That absolute faith and unwavering voice simultaneously shatters me as it puts the broken pieces of my heart back together again.

Something I never thought possible.

I slowly climb up over her, bracing myself on one elbow at the side of her head, hovering above her and staring down at her thick, dark hair spread out around her like a halo. It’s beautifully poetic because she’s always been an angel to me and everyone else she meets. “But I did.” I trail my fingers across her flushed cheek. “Badly.”

She turns into my touch. “And you’ve suffered for it long enough.”

“I don’t think I have.”

There isn’t enough time or space or physical pain that could make up for what I said to her and the results of it.

Willow gives me a sad smile. “Well, for tonight, just pretend you have so that you can let it go.” She reaches down between us and wraps her small, soft palm around my cock, cupping me through my pants, eliciting a groan as it jerks against her hold. “Please, Killian.”

Just like when we were in the tent, I can’t deny her.

When this woman wants something, it’s impossible for me to say no. The one time I did, my entire world fell apart, and I won’t risk that again.

I ghost my lips across her forehead. “Okay.”

She grins and starts to reach for my fly, but I catch her hand, squeezing her wrist.

“But I have a few rules.”

Her eyes flare with heat and interest. “What kind of rules?”

I grin at her. “We take things slow. I don’t want to hurt you.”

She opens her mouth to protest again, and I silence her with a languid kiss. It has her squirming under me almost immediately, but I drag it out. Slowly exploring her mouth and reveling in her taste. Working her up until she can’t take it anymore and tugs on my hair harshly.

God, she needs this almost as badly as I do.