I pull her face to mine, needing her mouth to keep me from saying something stupid. Gripping that perfect ass, I move her at my pace.
“Look at me,” I demand. She does. “Fuck.” My voice is gravel.
“Come for me, Cillian.”
I cry her name as I come, my body practically convulsing with the force of it.
Both of us lay there, slick with sweat and shaking, neither willing to move, but one thought clangs in my skull.
What the fuck am I going to do now?
CHAPTER 25
Toni
Too much.This feels like too much.
The look in his eyes, the way his hands touch me like he's holding something precious, how fucking good this feels.
It's too easy to let myself fall into him. Into this. Too easy to get too comfortable. Too easy to say too much.
My heart stumbles over itself, tangling in my chest with all the shouldn't and can't and want.
All the things that I know I am and that I'm not.
All the ways I have ruined good things in the past.
All the reasons I know that I cannot let myself have him.
“Hey,” Cillian breathes. He pushes my hair behind my ears. “Where'd you go?”
“Nowhere.” I shift my gaze from his, too afraid that he'll see the lie.
“Look at me.” That gentle command in his tone sends tingles through my body, and I do as he asks. “Stay with me.”
I study him, wanting to untangle what he means by that.
Stay in bed? Stay . . .
Don’t.I chide myself.
I bite my lip and nod. He reaches up, freeing it and pulling me down for a kiss.
My head settles into the place where his neck and shoulder meet. I breathe him in. His fingers trace patterns on my back, and I doze, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and breath as good as any lullaby he could sing.
Better, even.
We stay like that as the sun rises higher, until we hear a mumble of voices in the living room.
Slowly, without words, we untangle and dress.
As my hand wraps around the doorknob, his appears above my head, holding the door closed.
I turn, looking up into his gently smiling face. He tilts my chin up, kissing me so tenderly.
“I’m gonna shower,” I say when he releases me.
“Ok.” He kisses my forehead. “I’ll make sure there’s still coffee when you come out.”
