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“Me neither. Keep an eye on him,” I say and speed away, those eyes of his haunting me, a very familiar mix of blues and hazel that sends shivers down my spine.
In bed, face-to-face, Kieran nuzzles my cheek. I close my eyes, savoring the moment. So much relief and happiness cocoon me, I feel lightweight. Our talk from yesterday felt good, liberating. It also meant giving up on the one thing I wanted most—freedom. But apparently I don’t need to. And as mad as he makes me at times, I want to try to compromise and give us a chance.
I open my eyes again and he’s staring at me. My heart flutters as if it’s a caterpillar turned into a winged butterfly. I don’t think I can get over him looking at me like I’m the most precious thing in his life.
“How are you?”
“Better.”
Relief dances in his eyes and I say, “We’re still going to the wedding, right?”
“Yes, sweetheart.”
Yesterday, I initiated our kiss. Now as he leans into me, I close my eyes and feel him penetrating every cell of my being, pushing away the heartache, the anger, and pain, filling it with himself. Be brave, be strong, be happy.
I think I just might be, Mom.
He ends the kiss, and comes back, pressing his pillowy lips another second longer.
I open my eyes and frown at him. “I want more.”
“Such a demanding princess.”
God. He’s conditioned me to think filthy thoughts, to ache between my legs when he calls me that in that husky voice of his.
I pout, and he rolls me onto my back. My belly flips. I thread my fingers through his thick, dark hair, and confess, “I like this.”
“Let’s keep you liking this.”
His sensual mouth trails down my neck and between my breasts, leaving a trail of desire, leaving me wanton. I give in to the pleasure until he stops and lifts his head.
“You’re still recovering.”
I blink at him, but he shoves himself off me. I tilt my head in confusion.
“You have to save your energy. We’re driving tonight.”
He storms into the bathroom. I watch as he gets into the shower, the water running down his sculpted body as he braces himself against the wall.
What just happened?
When he returns, towel wrapped around his muscular torso, he says with forced ease, “What do you want to do today?”
I roll my eyes at him. What we started, that’s what I wanted to do.
“Come on, breakfast must be ready,” he says, extending his hand.
After we finish eating, Tamara packs our bags for the wedding. For the rest of the morning, I play dress-up while Kieran watches indulgently.
Having all his attention is a heady feeling. He even comes with me to the greenhouse to help me pull weeds.
“Being here brings back memories of happier times.”
“I’m sorry, Kieran.”
“Their death and Silas’s involvement in it shaped me into the man I am.”
“I am glad you don’t hate me for what my father did.”
