I squeeze around him, and this earns me a sound of satisfaction before his pace quickens and then he’s ramming, hard, fast, deep, chasing an orgasm with our eyes locked.
“I don’t know if I’m the best you’ve ever had, Killian, but I’m gonna try to be.”
His lip curls, he hisses, and then he’s holding my jaw, staring deep into my eyes as he slowly exhales with a groan, coming.
“Wow,” I say, running my hand up the back of his neck.
“I love you, Violet,” he whispers against my lips, and then his lips touch mine. “And you are the best. The absolute best. The only one I want. The only one I’ve ever said those three words to.”
I burst into tears.
The beauty of this moment. Of him. Of us.
He leans back, looking concerned as he holds my face.
“I’ve never been in love before, but I’m so in love with you, Dimples,” he says.
“I love you, too,” I whisper. “I can’t believe how lucky I am.”
His lips crash into mine again, he flips me, and then I’m gathered in his arms as he throws the blankets over us and kisses my nose, my eyelids, and then my lips again.
“Want me to reach over and get the light?”
“No.”
“Why? Afraid of the dark?” I ask with a smile. “Freddy Kruger get in your head, too?”
“No. I want to look at you while you sleep and I don’t want to wait for the sun to rise to do it.”
I squirm into him. “That mouth. Dirty words. Sweet words. You’ve got all the right words, Killian.”
“You know there’s no way you’re not officially moved in with me, right?”
I look into his eyes and bite my lip for a second before I whisper, “Right.”
He kisses me again. “Good. Glad that’s settled. You’re mine. All mine, Violet.”
I smile and cuddle in.
“Say it,” he whispers.
“Say it?” I inquire.
“That you’re mine.”
“And are you mine?” I ask.
“One hundred percent.”
“I’m yours, Killian,” I say. “All yours.”
“Mm. I love you, Violet. Sleep, baby.”
“I love you, Killian. And okay,” I say.
And then I lay there smiling in Killian’s arms.
“You sleeping?” he asks a long while later.
“Nope,” I answer.
“Why not?”
“I’m too busy smiling,” I say and nuzzle in.
He chuckles and then kisses me breathless.
“Why aren’t you sleeping?” I ask.
“Because I wanna fuck you again.”
“Go for it,” I invite.
After he does that, I pass out.
***
I’m looking through the cupboards, which have some odds and ends, and I find six cans of dog food.
“Was this left here?” I ask.
Killian cranes his neck to look over.
“Hm. Do you see a dog?”
I laugh. “Didn’t know if you had some secret puppy hiding you were about to give me.”
“Is that something you’d want?” he asks.
I laugh. “Maybe some day. Not anytime soon, though. Puppies are a lot of work. I should chuck it.” I lift a can out and look for the expiry date. “Oh, doesn’t expire for two years. Maybe donate them to an animal shelter.”
“Good idea,” he says and resumes stirring the sauce.
“Found it,” I say, holding the carton of baking soda he had me hunt down.
“Perfect,” he says and then he opens it and puts a teaspoon into his pizza sauce and begins stirring it. I watch it foam up and bubble before calming down while he stirs. He reduces the heat, stirs it again, and holds out the spoon. “Taste it.”
I taste the sauce and make an “Mm” sound before dabbing my mouth with a piece of paper towel.
He tastes from the spoon, too. “Better,” he says. “Took the tartness down a notch.”
“What about this?” I hold up a can of pineapple.
He points at me. “Do not open that can.”
“Aww, c’mon. Just on my half.”
“Woman, you’re insane. And you’ve got no taste.”
I bark out laughter.
“Except for my taste in men?” I ask.
“Well…” he holds his hand out flat and tilts it. “Fifty percent good taste, fifty percent… eh.”
I bark out a laugh and then it dies.
“Too soon?” he asks.
I scrunch up my nose. “Yeah. Too soon.” I wave my hand. “I don’t wanna talk about him at all. I’ve spent enough energy on him.”
“Too much,” he corrects.
“Yup,” I say and then I pour myself another glass of wine and top his glass up.
It’s been a great day. We took a walk along the property this morning. He showed me the big garage, the granny flat, and took me to the edge of the woods out back where the property line is, at the start of denser woods.
“We should totally come here and get a Christmas tree when it’s time. There are some great trees here,” I said.
“The people that owned it did the same every year, the real estate agent said, that’s why there are so many planted. Maybe we’ll spend Christmas here,” he said.
I smiled brightly. “My parents would love me to be home, though.”
“We can do both. Wake up here and then drive to their place?”