Page 99 of A Curse On Black Lake
“I’ve been dying to do that for so long,” he rumbles.
My knees go weak. If I was standing, I would have crumpled to the floor. I lean forward and nip his rough chin. He growls and kisses me again, hard and fast.
“I want all of you,” he says.
I lean back, apprehensive that my inexperience might be a turnoff for him.
“I don’t mean … well, no, I do. But what I mean is let meknowall of you, stop holding back. I can feel it,” he rasps.
“I’m here. Let me be what you need,” he says.
“But how do I know you’re what I need?” I ask him. It doesn’t matter if I already know the answer.
“You don’t feel it too? You don’t just know?” he asks. He takes a hand from my bottom and presses a finger into my heart. “I feel it right there. I didn’t understand what it was. Now I know it’s you.”
He’s right. I’ve felt it since I saw him in my dreams, and I didn’t know who he was then. But since we’ve gotten closer, it’s only confirmed the odd sensation. But do I have the space for him? I’m terrified that I will run the other way and leave him because I can’t take it. I don’t want to be that woman.
“I feel it too,” I whisper.
He leans forward, pecking his lips on my nose.
I gasp at the silence. He leans back. “What?”
“They’re … quiet. It’s quiet,” I whisper.
“The Spirits?” he asks.
I nod, feeling lighter, but surprisingly missing the weight of them.
“Are they gone?” he asks.
We are here. We will always be with you, child.
“No, but I think they were giving us a second.”
He smiles widely, and I giggle.
“You can put me down,” I tell him.
“I don’t want to,” he says.
“Then carry me inside, cowboy,” I tell him.
“Yes, ma’am,” he grunts and grabs the door with one hand while the other supports me.
I pay no attention to where he’s taking us while I press kisses along the bridge of his nose, landing back on his lips.
He grins against them, and I smile back, tucking my nose into the crook of his neck, inhaling a tinge of sweat and the cedar soap I gave him.
My stomach drops as he plops down on the sofa with me still in his arms making me straddle his legs.
He leans back to study me, and I dip my head shyly into his neck because no one has ever looked at me this closely. It makes me nervous. Everything about this makes me nervous.
“Look at me,” Killian commands.
I lift my eyes to his, and we’re so close I catch little lines of gold in his irises.Beautiful.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
