Total pages in book: 260
Estimated words: 245483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1227(@200wpm)___ 982(@250wpm)___ 818(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 245483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1227(@200wpm)___ 982(@250wpm)___ 818(@300wpm)
It wasn’t this morning. It was firmly shut.
It’s pitch black inside and as I push the door open, it creaks. It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust.
And a moment for her to see I’m there.
“Cillian?” she asks in a hushed voice, breathless even.
“Is your bed big enough for the both of us?” I question, my hand already on the door to close it.
With the light filtering in from the stairwell and the lights left on downstairs, they offer a halo around Kat and I’m able to see her nod a yes.
Thank fuck, I nearly groan in satisfaction as I close the door.
My boots come off first, followed by my jeans and then my shirt. My back was to her for the first part, but as I tug off my shirt, I catch sight of her watching.
If we were as we used to be, I’d tease her. I’d ask her if she liked what she saw.
In my mind I see her, I see us: a different version that was never broken and she’d bite her lower lip, sitting up and teasing me back to come see for myself.
A pang in my chest of regret and guilt stays with me as the comforter rustles and the bed groans as I climb in.
She’s silent and perfectly still on her side of the bed. Waiting, and more than likely overthinking things.
As casually as I can, I roll onto my side and tell her, “I want to hold you.”
It’s dark and the shadows play on her gorgeous face but I can perfectly see her defenseless gaze. Carefully, I lay my arm on hers and my brow cocks as I add, “Please?”
A moment passes and then another before she rolls over to the other side, scooting closer to me so I can wrap an arm around her.
There’s space between us but as the minutes pass, both of us lying there, our warm bodies slowly shift closer together until she settles her ass against my crotch.
I take my time as I slip my thumb down the crook of her neck. Every action is measured. Even when I nuzzle right there and kiss below the shell of her ear.
Her hushed gasp is fucking everything I need to continue. My thumb finds the swell of her breast and she presses her chest into my touch.
It may have been years but I remember that soft gasp where a touch of surprise lingers. The way her eyes nearly close, heavy with lust, is a detail that hardens me even more, although I didn’t think it was possible.
As I press my splayed hand against her lower belly and then lower, her back arches, bringing her ass to press against me. Only the thin fabric we both wear under the covers separates us now.
A deep groan leaves me, one of primal need that I can’t control.
Kat peeks over her shoulder, looking up at me with a concoction of emotion swirling in her gorgeous hazel eyes. She swallows audibly, not breaking the gaze to tell me, “I used to dream of that sound.” The moment she’s spoken, it’s almost like she wishes she hadn’t. As if she’d reach up and grab the words, hide them and never admit that again if she could.
There’s a wretched pain that burrows into my chest as she attempts to look away, but I crash my lips against hers, taking the kiss I snuck in here to claim.
Maybe I shouldn’t be here. Maybe we shouldn’t be doing this. But as she turns in my arms, her hands gripping my shoulders, her legs wrapping around my hips as she clings to me, greedy for more, I don’t give a fuck.
She has always been mine. Even though she broke my heart. Even after years of being apart.
She’s mine. She’ll always be mine.
With my lips at the shell of her ear, I whisper, “Get undressed for me.” I’m already aching hard for her, but her eagerness is everything I need.
I swear if she gripped me, if she wrapped her fingers around me in this moment, I’d come undone in an instant.
It’s been so damn long and I need her. Fuck, how I need her.
When she’s fully undressed, but still hiding from me under the covers, I pull them down and turn her over how I want her.
“I’m going to move the pillow here,” I tell her before settling it under her hips so her ass is higher, so her pussy is right there for the taking.
I groan in approval as my hand cups her ass and then finds that sweet entrance between her legs.
“Already wet for me,” I murmur and then lean forward, grabbing the back of her neck. “If I didn’t come in here to take care of you, were you going to do it yourself?”
As her lips part to answer, I rub circles around her clit and my little hellcat jumps beneath me, writhing from the touch.