Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 99598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
“He won’t come near you again.” His tone was abrupt, as if he was thinking about the encounter.
“Did you…?” I glanced at his hands on the steering wheel and when my gaze shifted back to his face, his brows rose.
“Did I punch him?”
David deserved it, but he’d also not take it well and I didn’t want Killian getting into trouble because of me. “Yes.”
“No. But he will be retracting what he said about you.”
My chest swelled and I wanted to crawl into his lap and kiss him. Instead, I leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Thank you, Killian.”
“You’re welcome.”
Five minutes later, he pulled up to a warehouse down by the docks and parked.
“Why are we stopping here?” I asked.
“My place.”
I stared at the ominous building. “The entire building?”
He chuckled. “It’s not as big as it looks.” He climbed out of his car and I followed.
I wasn’t so sure about that.
It was an industrial area, and the building was old, like one of those hundred-year-old factories. A lot of them had been converted into livable lofts, but not in the dock district as there was nothing around, and no one wanted to live here.
Except for Killian, it appeared.
He met me at the front of the car and slid his hand in mine, squeezing. “It’s safe.”
I half laughed. “You had my car taken to a wrecking yard because you deemed it unsafe. I doubt you’d walk me into a building that wasn’t,” I said as we walked across the gravel to a large metal door. “Still, it’s a warehouse.”
“I had it converted to be a living space. The building was in pretty good shape and empty. It used to be a storage place for ships’ cargo. But it’s been ten years since it was used, so I got it for a good price.”
The more I thought about it, the more I realized this was exactly where Killian would choose to live. Private. Exclusive. Different and yet simple.
He opened the heavy metal door.
“You don’t lock it?” I asked.
He shrugged. “Nothing to steal.” He moved down the hall to a cage door where he parted the gate and shut it behind us. Then he pressed a button and the elevator clunked and groaned as it made its way upward.
It jerked to a stop, and he opened the gates that led right into his place.
I immediately noticed the distressed hardwood floors and a massive open space. And I meant massive. At least three thousand square feet of floors and nothing else. A dancer’s dream. All it needed was a mirrored wall.
The walls were brick with substantial windows along the south side and looked out onto the water. The ceilings had exposed duct work and pipes, which was at least fifteen feet high.
But I didn’t have time to take in much more as he shut the gates and moved into me. He backed me up against them, and they clanged.
“Two days is too long.”
It was. I hadn’t stopped thinking about him. It didn’t help that he kept sending me dirty texts reminding me.
His hands locked around my wrists and he raised my arms above my head and pressed them against the gate. “Grab hold.”
I did.
Then his mouth took mine.
I moaned against his lips. My heart pounded as his body leaned into mine, my back digging into the hard rungs.
His kiss was bruising and harsh, but in the intensity was sweetness, as if he couldn’t get enough of me, yet it wasn’t invasive.
It was finding what was lost.
He pulled back, hand cupping my jaw. “You on anything?”
“Yeah.” I’d been on the pill for years. “And I had a physical after my relationship ended.” I’d gone to the doctor immediately after I’d caught David cheating on me.
Killian bent as he kissed my neck and along my collarbone. “I don’t want anything between us, orchid.”
“Have you been checked?”
He lifted his head and his eyes locked with mine. There was something there, but like other parts of him, it was hidden. “I’m good, Savvy.” He ran his hands down my body to my ass and lifted me up. I hooked my legs around his waist.
“Fuck. I’m starved for you.” His voice vibrated against my skin, and I arched my neck, hands in his hair.
“Killian.”
Like a tidal wave crashing into the rocks, all control disintegrated as clothes ripped off and it was a frenzy of mouths and hands.
My body was alive with thrums and electrical pulses, and I couldn’t get enough of him.
God, I wanted him. All of him. Every single piece.
My panties were the last shred of clothing to be torn off before he slid his cock inside me.
“Jesus. Christ,” he growled as he pushed his length inside me. “I fuckin’ never knew… I never fuckin’ knew.”
“Killian.” He held me up against the elevator gates, my thighs locked around him, arms looping his neck with my fingers in his hair.