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“Genevieve,” I tried once more. “Please. Open the door.”
I expected pushback. I expected her to make me beg or yell at me through the door. What I didn’t expect was how quietly she opened it and just stared at me, tears staining her cheeks. Fuck, my goddamn heart.
“I’m sorry,” I said. The admission wasn’t enough. It’d never be enough. I just didn’t know what the hell else to say. Those lovely eyes narrowed as she considered me. Dear fucking God I hoped to hell she understood I meant it. “I’m sorry, Genevieve.”
My voice cracked, emotion clogging my throat. Fuck, just the sight of her pain scorched me raw. She reached out, and I braced myself. Another slap from her wouldn’t surprise me. I fucking deserved it.
But instead, her fingers wrung into the front of my shirt, and Genevieve pulled me through the doorway. Meeting me halfway, her arm draped around my neck. The second her lips touched mine, I was a fucking goner.
I wrapped my arms around her, damn near lifting her off her toes. Her warmth, those curves, her scent—all of it consumed me. Everything about her fanned the spark I desperately tried to pretend didn’t exist inside me. That one she’d ignited years ago.
Pushing her further into the room, I kicked the door shut. I pressed my forehead to hers. My breath mingled with hers, her touch lit my skin on fire, and that cinnamon-sugar lotion made the room spin. I was so fucking lost in her. The world could’ve burned down around us and I wouldn’t have known.
“I’m sorry,” I let out, using a hand around the back of her neck to keep her close. My mouth found hers again, my tongue passing through her lips. I was desperate to taste her, to devour her. That tiny little moan she released shot straight to my thickening dick.
Running my hands down her sides, I gripped her thighs and lifted her off the ground. Her legs wrapped around my waist as I pushed her against the wall. The way her center cradled my cock when I rolled my hips created a burst of sensations down my spine that left me groaning. I did it again, enjoying the friction and the way she wiggled in response.
My lips drifted along her jaw. I savored every inch of her, drawing out every sound from her I could. As I did, I kept apologizing. The words fell out of my mouth on repeat—desperate and pathetic as I willed her to feel just how fucking sorry I was.
Fingers tangled in my hair, and she pulled me away from her neck. She pressed gentle kisses to my cheeks, my forehead, my brows, and even the tip of my nose.
“Just love me, Killian,” Genevieve whispered. “Please.”
“I’ve always loved you,” I said, the words catching in my throat. I kissed her again. And again. I kissed her between every word and sentence because I couldn’t get enough of her. “And I’ll always love you, Genevieve. Not a goddamn thing in this world can change that.”
That was the honest fucking truth. The truth I’d spent three years trying to make myself forget. There would never be anyone other than her for me. This woman in my arms… she was it. She was everything.
She would always be it for me.
Soft kisses turned heated. My fingers dug into her skin, and my teeth nipped at her lower lip. Her breath became my breath, my moans echoed hers. I was hot and bothered, my dick raging behind my zipper. There were too many fucking clothes between the two of us.
Carrying her to the bed, I tossed her onto the blankets and paused to yank my shirt off over my head. Genevieve matched my desperation. She wiggled around as she stripped out of her sweater and shorts.
“Leave the lingerie on,” I ordered gruffly before she could get them off. There was something fucking stunning about the lacy little set in copper orange she was wearing. They covered fucking nothing, leaving her piercings on display. Even the stones on them matched the color. She settled back, running her hands over her bare stomach. “God, you are so fucking gorgeous.”
Her nose scrunched as she began to argue with me. I dropped over her, planting a hand over that naughty little mouth of hers.
“Don’t argue with me,” I said. “You don’t get to tell me what I think about you. Do you understand, princess?”
She nodded behind my palm.
“That’s my good girl,” I whispered. My head dipped down to the hollow of her neck as I let her go. I focused on worshiping every glorious fucking inch of her body. I couldn’t make her believe a damn thing I said, but I could show her.
I kissed along the delicate curve of her collarbone and down her sternum. I reveled in how she writhed impatiently under mine, her legs riding up my hips and her heels digging into my thighs.
Her fingers brushed through my hair as I ran the flat of my tongue over the soft lace of her bralette. I paid close attention to the breathy little sigh she let out and the quiet moans that gathered in her throat while I teased her piercing with my teeth. Licking, sucking, a gentle tug, a sharp nip. Each little thing drew a different sound from her. And each one was fucking addictive—music to my fucking ears. She was panting before I ever switched sides to repeat it all over again.
“Killian,” Genevieve breathed out. My gaze flicked up to her face, but her eyes were closed. Her head tipped back as she lost herself in the sensations, lips parted and my name stuck on her tongue.
“Use your words, princess,” I instructed gently. I wasn’t in the mood for playing, and it was clear she wasn’t either. Whatever she wanted from me, all she had to do was tell me. I’d give it to her.
“Touch me, please,” she said.
God, I’d be fucking happy to. I tugged on her piercing once more, enjoying the gasp it elicited from her, as my fingers skimmed her thigh. Her legs fell open wider, giving me complete access to her lace-covered pussy.
Yeah, the panties had to go. I dragged them off, enjoying the look she gave me as I did. Settling between her legs, I wasted no time. I ran my tongue through her wetness and took a moment to savor her sweet taste. She was a fucking drug—addictive and life-altering. If living between her thighs were an option, I’d never fucking leave. A deep growl vibrated in my throat and was met by a small giggle from her.
“Still your favorite place?” Genevieve asked, her fingers pushing back my hair. I didn’t reply. Holding her gaze, I swirled my tongue over her clit. Her head dropped back onto the bed while her fingers balled in my hair. Much better.
