Dear Killian (Love Letters 1)

“I need you Killian,” sh

e breathes as she pulls back for a breath.

“So much,” I murmur back. “I’ll drive,” I tell her as she pulls out her keys.

She nods and I help her into her seat before dashing around the vehicle, and stowing my duffle in the back seat. Once on the way, she gives me directions to her house as the anticipation and tension builds between us.

“Up there on the left,” she mutters, pointing to her house, but her eyes never leave me.

Parking, we sit in the silence for a few minutes, gazes connected. I’m lost in the depths of her dilated pupils when a door slams, breaking the spell.

Jersey looks towards the noise from her neighbor’s house and her body immediately tenses, causing me to ask, “What’s the matter?”

She whips around to look at me and waits a beat before answering, “Nothing.” She clears her throat, “Everything’s fine.” She won’t meet my eyes.

I leave it for now, knowing if I push she’ll close down and never tell me. Nodding my head, I climb from her tuna can car and walk around to open her door. Seeing a man watching us, I nod a greeting only for him to scowl and turn away as if I’ve insulted him.

“Ignore him,” she tells me.

Suddenly it clicks, “Is he the one who wouldn’t leave you alone?” The growl in my voice is unintended.

She shrugs, not really answering, but also not denying. “He’s harmless.” I doubt it, but I’m jaded.

As we enter her house, I take a quick glance around the front room and see into the kitchen from the open concept floor plan. She likes color, if her throw pillows and wall art are anything to go by.

“There was a bomb,” I tell her abruptly. “On base. Everything was lost.”

She walks to me, “Was anyone in your unit hurt?” Pain, for me, shines bright in her clear gaze.

Clearing my throat, I tell her, “Physically? No. Mentally? Yes. They have some things to work through.” I pause, looking back down at her, “So do I.”

She walks a bit away, turning her back to me and for the first time since the attack ice cold fear runs through me. “Can I help you?” Her voice is low and shy.

I wait a beat before answering, “I’d fucking love that Jersey girl.” My tone matching hers.

Turning towards me from the middle of the room, her fingers fidget with the hem of her sweater as she asks, “Would you like coffee or something?”

A blush creeps up her neck and I know I’d rather find out about that then what she’s asking. Locking the front door behind me, I drop my duffel to the ground and slowly advance on her.

Her gaze locks on mine and she takes a deep breath as I capture her around the waist, and slam my lips down on hers for the third or fourth time in what feels like years, when in reality is more like hours.

Without her body pressing into mine I feel lost. As if I’m missing an integral piece of my soul and having her against me is the only way to assuage the loneliness.

“I only want you Jersey,” I nip her lip making her gasp.

She points behind her, “My bedroom is that way.”

Picking her up in my arms, I trail light kisses down her jaw and too her neck. Murmuring in her ear, “Our bedroom.” She doesn’t know it yet, but I’m not leaving her. Not for anything.

Chapter Ten

Jersey

“Oh my,” I whisper at his proclamation. I’m insanely happy that he’s as attracted to me as I am to him. That he feels this connection that seems to defy time and distance. Killian is like a lost lover I never knew I had. He’s the piece of my soul that was missing.

“I want you Jersey,” he nips at my neck causing me to gasp.

“Yes Killian,” Is all I can say as he pushes through the door to my room. We land on the bed with a soft fall. Him catching the impact so I hardly feel it.