Page 98 of A Curse On Black Lake
“I miss him. It came out of nowhere and…” he trails off.
“I know the feeling.”
He agrees and chucks my chin before he picks up the saddle and puts it away. I get Winnie’s off of her and she goes out to the pasture with the other horses.
After we muck out the stalls, and Killian artfully dodges Sunny. I milk my cow and get the milk into the fridge.
Killian finished up the goat’s shelter, and there’s nothing in the forecast, so we leave them out to do their thing. They seem happy in their new temporary space.
By the time we’re done, it’s dinnertime, and I didn’t have a chance to go home. I’ll have to tomorrow.
We walk up the hill, and Killian grabs my hand, lacing our fingers together.
I’m so shocked I freeze, still holding onto his large hand that dwarfs mine.
He looks over his shoulder and drops our hands. “I’m sorry, I should have asked.”
“No, that’s not …” I take a deep breath and take my hat off so I can see him fully.
“Killian—”
“Eliana—”
A heady sense of the unknown thickens the air.
“You first,” I whisper.
His coffee color eyes get darker, and his jaw pulses. Killian yanks my arm so hard I’m forced to fall into him, and he grabs the front of my neck, tilting my chin up. We’re a breath away.
Killian’s gaze drops to my lips then back to my eyes, searching for permission, and I’m silently begging him to do it.
“Fuck it.”
His mouth smashes onto mine, and everything goes silent. The only thing I can hear is my own heart beating harder than it ever has before.
He groans into my mouth and slips his hand around the nape of my neck, threading his fingers through my hair, while his other presses against the small of my back, pulling me in tightly.
I whimper as he sucks my top lip into his mouth and nips it. I gasp, and he takes the opening, diving in for more. It’s messy, needy, and it doesn’t matter if I’ve only ever kissed one boy. This feels natural — inevitable.
I lean into him breathless, boneless, peaceful. His large hands slide down my ribs over my ass and down to squeezes my thighs, picking me up without breaking the kiss.
“Hold on,” he says, holding me slightly above him, carrying me up the hill.
His head tilts back, and I grab his face, taking control of the kiss, ignoring his hat bumping my forehead as my hands slide over his bearded cheeks, around his jaw, to the back of his neck. I scratch my nails at the edges of his sweaty hair, and a needy groan rumbles out of him, and I can’t wait to hear it again.
My back hits a wall, and I hardly notice as his hips pin me to it while his hands explore my body. Killian’s hat barely clings to his head, and I grab the brim, tossing it on the chair next to us, crown side down. We don’t need to lose anymore luck.
His hands squeeze my thighs, and my legs tighten around his waist, keeping him where I want him, as his belt buckle nudges my zipper, dragging a moan from my throat. “Kill-” I whimper.
He makes a primitive sound, and it vibrates through my body. I can feel it all the way to my toes, making them curl.
“Hmm,” Killian mumbles as his lips slide down my neck, allowing us a moment to breathe as he wraps my long hair around his fist, forcing my chin to tilt up, completely at his mercy. He devours me again witha messy,desperatekiss,and I let him. I let it all go. Killian devastates my walls with a swath of need blooming through him, and capturing every cell in my body, longing to be with his.
Killian rips his head away, and our eyes lock. Maybe it’s shock or relief from our unbearable tension, but what is growing between us went deeper, sprouted roots.
Chests bump each other as we catch our breath, and I’m failing because he stole mine right from my lungs.
He kisses each corner of my mouth and leans his forehead against mine. I’m still wrapped around him. I’d live in his arms if I could.
