Page 81 of Beneath the Mountain Sky

Willow leans down and kisses me, silencing my protest. Her lips move over mine. Heavy. Hot. Desperate.

There’s nothing tentative in the way she kisses, nor in the way her hips roll with mine, fully hardening my cock between us.

“Fuck.” I tear my mouth from hers, even though all I want is to keep going. “Your ribs?—”

“I’ll be fine.”

I shake my head. “I’m not going to risk hurting you. Not again.”

“Please, Killian.” Her eyes glisten with unshed tears, desperation in her wavering voice, and trembling body pressed to mine. “I need this. I need you. I need things to feel normal. I need to feel alive again.”

Fuck.

This is wrong.

The wrong time.

The wrong place.

The wrong circumstances.

Wrong.

Wrong.

Wrong.

But I can’t say no when she needs something from me.

WILLOW

Killian battles with himself.

That part of him that wants to protect warring against the other half that has always tried to rule him. The primal part. The part that binds him to this wild mountain.

His eyes darken to an almost navy, his desire as molten as my own.

He releases a frustrated growl before he fists a hand in my hair and rolls me onto my back, keeping one arm around me in an attempt to absorb any potential jostling that might cause me pain in my ribs.

But any discomfort is immediately swept away by his mouth crashing down on mine, hard and insistent, his tongue demanding entry in the way I hope his cock will be soon.

God, yes.

My body hums in anticipation, heat simmering low in my belly, moisture pooling between my legs.

This.

This is what I needed.

It’s been torture for the last two weeks.

Not only because I still can’t remember what happened to me, but because being around him and not being able to act on the way I feel, on the fact that, to me, this is how we should still be, was so wrong.

He tears his mouth from mine and brushes his thumb across my cheek reverently. “I know what you want, Honeybee, and you know I would never deny you anything…”

His other hand slides down and slips beneath the waistband of my pants to cup me between my legs. My body bucks under him at the brush of his palm at the apex of my thighs, and the twinge of pain in my side is well worth it for the flare of heat that courses through me.

He dips his head low, kissing his way across my cheek until his warm breath tickles my ear, making me squirm.