CHAPTER 45
DAISY
Two strong hands land on my shoulders before I’m spinning and Killian’s mouth crashes against mine.
His lips are wet from the rain and when my tongue darts out, I taste the saltiness mixed with the lingering burn of the whiskey he was drinking in the bar.
His hand moves to my hair, tangling in the wet curls as he tilts my head back for better access while his other hand trails down my back, bringing me flush against him.
My pulse hammers in my neck as Killian kisses me with urgency, his tongue tangling with mine. He releases a moan, it’s deep and gravelly and I feel it all the way down to my toes.
The kiss is raw, emotional and filled with all the things we haven’t said to each other.
I’m sorry.
I love you.
I need you.
My skin is on fire despite the icy air. My stomach clenches with desire and the space between my thighs pulses with need for this man.
“Take me home,” I breathe against him.
Killian pulls back, his chest heaving in tempo with mine as he presses his forehead to mine. “Tell me you don’t want a divorce.”
I look up at him through wet eyelashes. “I don’t want a divorce.”
Killian nods. “Tell me you love me.”
I swallow, wetting my lips as I hold his eyes. “I love you, Killian.”
His eyes closed, all the breath leaving him is a whoosh. “Fuck,” he chokes out. “I’ve wanted to hear that for so fucking long, angel.”
He grips my cheeks in both hands and places a quick kiss on my mouth. “I love you.” Another kiss. “So fucking much. You have no idea.”
Killian’s face breaks into the widest smile I’ve ever seen, and I find myself smiling right back at him, giddy.
There’s still a lot we need to discuss, issues we still need to work through, but all of that falls to the wayside as Killian bends at the knees and scoops me up by the waist, throwing me over his shoulder fireman style and jogging toward his truck.
I let out an embarrassingly high-pitched squeal as his hand connects with my exposed ass before he tugs my dress down, concealing me from the rain.
Killian deposits me in the passenger seat of the truck, stealing another kiss from me before jogging around the hood and climbing in next to me.
The drive to his cabin is quiet, the air in the small cab charged with anticipation and adrenaline as we steal glances at one another. Unlike the last time we were in his truck, the smile doesn’t leave his face the entire drive, his hand resting on my bare thigh possessively.
I don’t think I take a full breath in the ten minutes it takes for us to pull into his driveway. I’m practically panting by the time we arrive, needy and desperate to feel his hands on other parts of my body.
Killian rounds the truck, offering his hand as I climb out before closing the door behind me and leading me up the front steps and into his house.
He removes his hat, shaking out his damp hair as I shrug my jacket off and kick off my boots. Killian takes my hand again, pulling me down the hall and up the stairs, through his bedroom to the ensuite bathroom.
Releasing my hand, he leans into the shower and turns on the water, testing the temperature before coming to stand in front of me again.
“Arms up, angel.” He taps a finger against my thigh twice and I eye him suspiciously.
“What are you doing?”
He tilts his head with a knowing smirk. “What’s it look like I’m doing? I’m taking care of my wife and making sure she doesn’t catch the flu.”
“You don’t have to-”
“I want to,” he says, cutting me off.
That earlier doubt creeps back in at the vulnerability in his eyes as he grips the skirt of my dress and slowly begins to lift.
“Killian,” I whisper. “We still need to talk.”
“I know, baby. Just let me take care of you tonight. We can talk tomorrow.”
I should stop him. I should insist that we talk now and not jump straight into bed with each other again while so much still hangs in the balance between us, but when his fingertips trail up my thigh and along my hip, travelling higher and higher, all rational thought leaves me, quickly replaced with longing.
I finally lift my arms, allowing Killian to pull my dress over my head. He tosses it aside, his gaze heating every inch of exposed skin as he observes me hungrily.
He starts at my face, trailing down to my neck, then my chest, lingering slightly on my pierced nipples and causing them to harden further.
With every inch his eyes grow darker until they come to rest on my lower stomach.
Any arousal that was there is quickly replaced with realisation and then… devastation.
I remain motionless, the only sound in the bathroom our respective breathing and the running of the shower as I let Killian feel every emotion he needs to.
It’s not the first time I’ve been naked in front of Killian since I came home, obviously, but it is the first time he’s really taken the time to look at me.
The first time, we practically tore at each other, starved of affection and the intimate touch of another person.
My scar has faded over the years, so what was once raised and an ugly shade of purple, is now a thin white line, barely visible along the top of my pubic bone.
Killian didn’t know I’d had surgery before, so why would he look for any signs of one. It was easy for him to miss.
This time, however, everything is out in the open. He knows everything, and for the first time, he’s seeing my reality.
His fingers are gentle as he runs them along the scar. The sensation is strange and causes my stomach to clench. His eyes dart up to mine, full of concern. “Does it hurt?”
I shake my head. “No. Just feels weird.”
He nods, his eyes closing as he lowers to his knees and rests his head against me. “I’m so sorry, Dais.”
The slight hitch in his voice combined with the delicate touches and the sheer intimacy of the moment causes my chin to tremble and tears to pool in my eyes.
Killian plants soft kisses along the scar before pulling back and hooking his fingers in my underwear, continuing his task of undressing me.
I use his shoulders for balance as I step out of my thong. He tosses them to the side and stands, quickly stripping out of his own clothes before taking my hand and helping me into the shower.
The warm water is welcoming against my rain-soaked skin and when Killian steps up behind me, the temperature seems to rise ten degrees.
I keep my eyes on the ring hanging from the chain around his neck as he reaches around me for a loofa. He lathers it up with soap, bringing it to my chest and begins washing me carefully.
Killian takes his time, moving down my sternum to my bellybutton, across my stomach, my thighs and lower to my ankles before moving all the way back up the other side, avoiding all the parts that crave his attention most.
“Killian.” His name falls from my lips like a plea.
“Hmm?” he mumbles, his focus entirely on his hands as they move over me.
“Touch me,” I whisper.
His breath fans across my cheek when he tilts my chin up and leans in. “You want me to touch you, Angel?”
I nod as his lips meet my ear. “Show me where.”
Lifting a shaky hand, I cup my breasts, using my thumbs to circle my nipples. Killian watches with rapt attention, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he devours me with his eyes.
He leans in, closing his warm, wet mouth around one of the pointed nubs and I drop my head back on a moan, feeling the sensation right down to my toes.
Killian moves to the other side, repeating the motion and pulling my nipple between his teeth, tugging on the metal bar gently.
My back arches. “Yes,” I hiss.
“Where else, angel.”
I trail a finger down my stomach, over my pelvis and between my thighs, showing him exactly what I want.
For the second time this evening, Killian falls to his knees in front of me, only this time instead of his focus being on the scar marring my skin, his eyes are glued to my pussy as I draw small, concentric circles over my clit.
“Fuck yes. Touch yourself, baby,” Killian groans as he grips his hard cock in his fist and begins pumping it slowly.
“Killian,” I moan and the sound echoes off the walls around us as we watch each other.
His eyes are hooded, his chest heaving as I widen my legs and circle faster before slipping one finger inside myself, collecting my wetness.
I bring the same finger up to Killian’s mouth and my eyes threaten to roll into the back of my head when he looks up at me, his eyes locking with mine, and pulls my finger into his mouth, sucking it clean.
It’s so fucking sexy. So primal and erotic that I almost come right there on the spot. The man before me is nothing like the fumbling teenager he used to be.
“You taste so fucking good, Dais.” Killian grips my hips pulling my toward him and hooking one of my thighs over his shoulder before peeking up at me.
“Need more,” he smirks and then he dives in.
My back hits the wall behind me as his tongue flattens against my clit. He rolls it against me, once, twice before moving farther south and pushing into me.
“Oh, God,” I whimper, my legs shaking as pleasure flashes through me.
His hands grip my ass, holding me steady as he feasts on me, tasting and teasing. He alternates between fucking me with his tongue and flicking my clit and the sensations are almost too much, too overwhelming.
My hips move of their own accord, pushing into him and riding his face as euphoria begins to build in the pit of my stomach.
“Mmm,” he hums against me. “Ride my face, baby. Take what you need.”
His eyes stay locked with mine as the tension builds, coiling tighter and tighter, my body screaming toward the precipice. My head drops back, my lips part and my muscles tense as I hit the peak and go tumbling over the edge.
“Oh, fuck,” I cry as my orgasm hits me full force. The shaking of my legs becomes uncontrollable. My breath stills and my walls convulse as I come all over Killian’s face.