"It's fate! Like a real love story." That was not what I thought she was going to say.
"You're not mad at me?"
She shakes her head back and forth rapidly. "I mean, you saw me and wanted to keep me, right?"
"Yes." That is a fact.
"Was it the lightsaber?" she teases, at least I think she's teasing.
"The crown." Teddy bursts into laughter, her body shaking. The sound settles into my bones.
All of her is having an effect on me. She's in my blood, the air I breathe. She's all over me. A part of me. She’s essential for my existence. I can’t imagine a life without her in it.
Teddy should run from me. I know what I'm capable of, or I thought I did. Everyone should be terrified of what might happen if they try to take her from me… the devil himself wouldn't be able to stop me.
Chapter Nineteen
TEDDY
It didn’t take me long to piece together that Killian was more than he appeared after the whole dead guy incident. When I’d gone quiet in the car, my mind started to wander and think back on everything. Plus, the identification he presented had a different name.
It should have scared me, but I can't find it in me to feel that way when it comes to Killian. I'm sure that would put me into the stupid category, but maybe there are slots and you're stupid there and not over here.
I don't know. What I do know is that fate sent me Killian. In fact, I bet it was Grams. I’ve never been the best at sticking up for myself and giving everyone the benefit of the doubt. Killian is her speed. I saw a few pictures from when she was younger, and Grams had a wild side and a thing for tattoos.
I want to ask if there is more, but what I really want are Killian's kisses right now. My legs are wrapped around him, my sex pressing into his hard body.
“You’re really not scared of me?”
“No,” I say without hesitation. I can see more relief leave him, his body relaxing. “Well, I am a little bit scared of your man parts.” He’s so big and I’m so small. Killian could split me in two.
“We’ll go slow. No rush.” I see the tenderness in his eyes as they soften around the edges.
“Right now, we’re going too slow.” I wiggle under him.
“Zolotse.” He lets out a groan before claiming my mouth in a kiss. It’s different from all of our other kisses. I can’t put it into words really, but it’s giving me all the feels.
Killian starts to tug at my clothes as he keeps on kissing me. I do the same. A small laugh leaves me. “I think we have to stop kissing to get these clothes off.” His hand reaches under my dress and gives my panties a tug. They are no match for him. The sound of them ripping is loud in the room. “Okay, that was hot," I admit. "But it's also not fair; you always have clothes on.”
“You want me naked?”
“Yes, please.” Killian smiles down at me, shaking his head. I tug at his shirt. “You know I love when I earn a smile from you.”
“You don’t have to earn them. I’ll give you more of them.”
“No, no. I enjoy doing it.”
“If you say so, Zolotse.” He pushes up on his hand, the other reaching behind his neck to grab his shirt and pull it off.
I lick my lips at the sight of him. This man’s body is something else. It’s not all abs and what people think are perfect and you find in magazines. No, Killian is thick. You’d never catch this man staring in a mirror while he lifted weights. The man is pure brute force, and I find that sexy as hell because he's all mine. My sweet protector, my very own warrior.
I trace one of his tattoos over his right pec with my fingers. I want to explore all of them. Killian's eyes fall closed as I move my finger over, outlining another one. I love how much my touch can affect this man. He’s all big and bad, but a simple caress from me makes him melt. He makes me feel important in ways no one else ever has. I want to give him the same.
"We've got more clothes to go." I push at his chest, and he stares down at me. "You could pretend that I’m able to moveyou." I try again, and this time he rolls off, landing on his back beside me on the bed.
"Careful, mighty mouse," he teases me, more of the tension that had built inside of him draining away.
"Don't move." I pop up and pull off my dress. Killian pushes up on his elbows to watch me. My bra is next to go. "Center of the bed," I order next. Killian grants my request.
