Chapter 20
Killian
The smell of her envelopes me, and even though I know it has to be just a dream, my body reacts as if she’s right here with me.
“Killian,” her flirtatious voice calls out to me making my cock stir.
Her soft lips press against my neck gently then slowly move up to my ear. “Killian. Wake up honey,” she whispers.
I fight to stay in the dream but my eyes fly open when I hear rapping on the bedroom door.
I dart out of bed, adjusting myself in my lounge pants and not bothering to pull on a shirt. I swing open the door and freeze.
I scrub a hand down my face in confusion wondering if I really woke up. When I blink out of my tired haze I’m thankful when she doesn’t suddenly disappear.
My eyes move between Celani and Asher who is rubbing the back of his neck and looking uncharacteristically sheepish. Celani is still wearing her pajamas, a red set of long sleeves and pants, with hearts all over it that looks way too good on her.
“Your girl is here,” Asher announces, motioning to Celani awkwardly, as if I can’t see her. “I’m going.. out for a while.”
He turns and heads back down the hallway and Celani giggles at the startled expression on my face. “Hi, Kill.”
I pull her into my arms kicking the door closed behind us as I move us into the bedroom.
“I thought I was dreaming about you still,” I mumble, kissing her sweet-smelling curls.
She giggles again, pushing up on her toes for a kiss on the lips which I eagerly give her. She pulls back and looks up at me, her mouth shifting into a sly smile as she looks over my chest and abs.
“You were dreaming about me, huh?”
“Always,” I respond, giving her another firm kiss. I take her hand and walk her over to the bed, sitting down next to her.
She rubs my arm, her brown eyes roaming over my face. “I missed you.”
An unfamiliar tingle nags at my chest, and a smile crawls onto my face. “I missed you too, sweetheart,” I respond, pulling her closer. “I miss you before I even leave you.”
I realize that I’m so happy she is here that I’m not even questioning how she is here. It’s Sunday morning, and this is the only day we are never alone together for any part of the day.
“How are you here? Where is Pierce?”
She gives me a careless shrug. “He said he had some errands to run today and would be back for lunch. He didn’t ask me to come.”
My eyes narrow, and I glance at the clock seeing it is only 7:30 in the morning. “Malakai didn’t wake me up to say he was leaving.”
“Because Pierce didn’t take Malakai with him,” she responds, frowning. “I was kind of surprised considering how extra paranoid he has been lately. But I didn’t bother arguing with him. He never listens to me anymore.”
I scrub my hand down my face again, blowing out an irritated breath.
“Well apparently he doesn’t listen to my team anymore either. I’m sure Davi and Floyd saw him leaving, but all we can do is advise. We can’t force our protection on anyone,” I explain.
She waves a hand as if she couldn’t care less where he went and stands up to look around the bedroom I’ve been staying in.
“You're so clean and organized. Just what I expected,” she teases, smirking over at me.
I spot a stray dirty shirt on top of my dresser and get up to put it in the laundry basket in the corner.
She laughs, shaking her head at me. “So Type-A. You don’t have to make it all perfect, Kill. It’s just me,” she teases.
I walk over to her. “Just you,” I murmur. “Right.”
As if she isn’t literally the woman of my dreams.
I pull her back over to the bed and when we sit down her expression turns serious.
“I have to tell you something,” she says carefully. “And I don’t know how you will feel about it.”