“Later, Killian.” She slides off the box and points at the transom. “Lift me up.”
I shrug and comply, placing my back against the door.
“Not like that.”
“I told you I want to taste your pussy again.” Tugging her close, I murmur in her ear, “You want to climb me like a tree. Admit it. Now’s your chance. Compromise.”
A smile ghosts over her lips, and she kisses me. I scoop her up, hands under her delectable bottom, and take my time hoisting her high enough to see out the window. I pause once her tits are in my face, holding her there while I suck my fill.
Briar groans, half-frustration, half-need.
“I can’t see out. There’s something bad happening out there.”
“Can you tell what it is?” I release her nipple just long enough to speak.
“No. People running, shouting. I think someone tried the door, looking for a hiding spot.”
Reluctantly, I set her on her feet, locking my arms around her waist.
“I should get dressed.”
She’s right, yet I’m reluctant to let her go. I want to stay in this stupid room and finish what we’ve started. My cock digs into her stomach, confused why we’re stopping when things were getting good.
“Oh.” Briar blinks up at me, her bluebell-hued eyes almost swallowed by the ring of her black pupils. “It would be rude not to take care of you, too.”
“I left you hanging last time,” I remind her. Promised retribution, too.
“Not the same,” she insists. Leather slaps. She extracts my dick the same way she did last time, as if it’s a precious gift. “I basically attacked you.”
“The one enemy I have no defenses against,” I murmur as she slides her soft hand up and down my shaft. I put mine on top of hers and show her the motion. Her teeth catch her lower lip in concentration.
I slip my free hand down her waist and find her center. She tilts her hips to give me better access.
“You’re my shelter from the storm,” she whispers. “You’ll always keep me safe. Won’t you?”
Briar blinks up at me. The trust shining in those blue depths fucking unmans me. I cover her hand with mine and come all over our clasped fingers. It feels like a covenant.
Tenderness is foreign to me. The moment soaks into my soul like rain on parched ground. I don’t know what to do with it. I want to grasp onto it but it slips away like raindrops through my fingers. Trying to hold it doesn’t work.
Right now, I mean every word I’m saying to her, despite the alarm ringing in the back of my mind that this is temporary.
“You’re mine to protect, Briar.” I brush a kiss to her forehead. For a while. The day after tomorrow, I’ll be out of her life forever.
Unless…
Twisting, I push her against the door and sink my fingers deep inside her sweet, tight passage, swallowing her moan with a hard kiss. Wet sounds fill my ears as I curl my fingers to hit that spot inside that makes women wild. Briar’s velvety walls pulse around me, her breath skimming across my neck in desperate pants.
Slowly, with a soft kiss to her temple, I straighten. It’s hot in here. The room reeks of sex.
Outside our hiding place, screams echo. She was right. Something bad is happening out there, and that’s got to be the reason no one has come looking for us.
Time for me to get out there and keep my word. Fucking words. I’ve made so many promises I hardly know which ones I can keep.
Silently, I buckle my belt, wipe her hand clean with a handkerchief and restore order to my clothing while she steps into her dress. I fasten the row of tiny buttons up her spine, deeply regretting that this encounter was so brief.
She’s sweet and addictive and completely off-limits. I can’t say no to her, but saying yes is going to get me killed.
I’m going to say yes. I just didn’t want to do it in a storeroom. This would be good enough for one of the palace ladies. Not for her.
