“But so good.”
“But so good.” He repeated with a groan and kissed me again. Kieron’s hands were on my ass, holding me up and against him before he moved the mugs out of the way and sat me down on the kitchen island.
“Have I told you how much I love seeing you in my clothes? So fucking hot.” He muttered as his lips went from my mouth to my neck and he left hot, wet kisses all around it.
I moaned when he got to the particular spot I liked and I could feel his grin against my skin. My hands went to his jacket and I started to push it off, I needed more of him. Thankfully, Kieron seemed to catch onto what I was wanting because he pulled it off and let it fall to the ground.
It was like a switch had turned inside me and I no longer felt like I couldn’t have him touch me without spiraling into fear. I wanted his touch, needed it, craved it.
“Listen, baby,” He pulled back and physically stepped out of my space, leaving me feeling cold and dripping for him. My legs were spread wide still to accommodate him and I was desperate for him to step back in between my thighs. “We can go as fast or as slow as you want. Nothing will make me change how I feel about you and how badly I want you. We don’t have to rush.” He said as he cupped my cheeks with both of his hands.
“Promise?” I said, cursing how weak and small I sounded.
“Absolutely I fucking promise.”
“Thank you.” I let a breath go, and could feel my shoulders relax as a weight I didn’t even know I was carrying dropped from me. I wanted more, I wanted us to finally be together, but I needed more time.
Kieron stepped back in-between my thighs and pulled me in for a hug. Knowing I was accepted, flaws and all, was something I hadn’t felt with someone other than my family before. I wanted so badly for all of this to be true and real. I wanted it so badly.
Kieron bent down and kissed me softly before walking over to the small fridge in the corner of the kitchen.
“Now that all that is decided…can I make you some breakfast?”
Chapter Fifteen
Kieron
An hour later, after feeding my girl,my girl- I couldn’t keep the smile off my face, pancakes and eggs until she was full, I had to leave to go to get the report from the guards on Talia’s family. She said she was going to think of a way to get them out of town for a little bit like I’d suggested, but she needed a little bit of time to figure it out.
I walked down the hallway towards my father’s office, nodding to Franny, his secretary, as I walked right into his office. My dad has always been and always will be a workaholic. I’m sure that I’m just like him in that way but I had a much better work-life balance than he did. I rubbed my temples in preparation for listening to my father lecture at me for at least thirty minutes.
“Kieron, I’m glad you’re here. I need to discuss some things with you.” His business voice was in full effect signaling that this talk was going to be a big one.
Fuck.
“Good, I would like to discuss some things as well.” I said, putting bravado in my tone. I wasn’t going to cower on this. I wasn’t going to let him push me around because of my dismissal of Sion or how I handled it. That fucker had it coming and I stand by that.
“Very well, lad. Have a seat.”
I went to the seat in front of the desk and got comfortable, crossing my ankle over the knee and putting a hand on my boot to refrain from it bouncing.
“First, how is Talia doing?” He asked politely, not making eye contact with me and looking through the papers in his hand.
“She’s doing well. As well as can be.” I said and could feel myself getting mad again. Kellan looked up at me, the papers still in his hands but his focus now on me.
“I don’t doubt it one bit. I remember when you two were younger and you tagged along to a meeting of mine with the Don. Luca was in his office and he was out of control. Throwing tantrums, breaking things. And Lorenzo just fed into it. When you did that at a younger age, you got the belt. And now look at you, a well-rounded, well-behaved man who knows how to treat others.”
My eyebrows shot up at the compliment. My father was not one to dole out compliments frequently.
“Thank you.”
“At the very least, you’re better than him. If only in that regard.”
And there it was. I pursed my lips and nodded.
“I try to be.” I said softly with a chuckle.
“Does she have the things she needs? Clothes, toiletries, shoes?” He asked, looking back down at the papers.
