“What’s this assignment you need to work on?”
“Professor Larson pulled me after class and said she wants me to continue writing the story I tuned in.”
“Really? That’s great. You know she owns a small publishing company.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“You never know she may be grooming you for a book.”
I laugh. “I wouldn’t go that far.”
“I would. Don’t sell yourself short. I’m going to go take a long shower while you get some work done.”
“Okay.”
“Make yourself comfortable.” He grabs a change of clothes and leaves me to it.
I grab my notebook and get comfortable on his bed. His cellphone is on the nightstand and keeps going off. It’s distracting. I fight the urge to touch it. I know Killian grabs my phone without a care, but he would probably go apeshit if he thought I was touching his without permission.
Unable to concentrate on my writing, I put my notebook away and figure I will play catch up tomorrow after my appointment. I grab my clothes and put my pajamas on the bed. Pushing my pants down, I kick them aside and pull my shirt off. I’m standing in my bra and panties getting ready to pick up my shirt when the door opens. Killian quickly closes the door and the space between us.
He’s shirtless and only wearing a pair of black drawstring pants that ride low on his hips revealing his stomach muscles. He wraps his arm around my waist, and we are standing too close. The sexual tension brewing between us is thick. His mouth captures mine. This boy sets me on fire with his kisses. Gripping my hips, he holds me close, his fingers bite into my sides so rough it hurts.
I pull back when his hand slides up and fondles my breast. “I should get dressed.” I grab my shirt and quickly pull it down over my head and shoulders. I grab my pants but Killian swipes them and tosses them over his head.
“Leave these off.”
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”
He cups my butt, running his fingers over the curves. “Probably not.” His voice sends a tremble through my body and I feel parched.
“Um. You have water or something?” I’m nervous. I know Killian is used to girls ready to screw him straight away and part of me wants that, but I also know that will be the end of whatever this is. I’m not ready to give him up—to lose him.
“Yeah. I’ll go down to the kitchen and grab you one. I don’t want you wandering around the house like this.”
“Okay.” I close my eyes and try to slow my breathing. While he’s gone, I go to grab my pants off the floor. They are under the edge of the bed, and when I pull them out an empty condom wrapper comes out with them, and it is like a slap in the face. I know I can’t hold it against him, but it sucks to think that he sleeps around. That he’s been sleeping around.
I leave the discarded wrapper where it lays and go sit at his desk. Jealousy plagues me, and I hug my knees to my chest, resting my chin on them.
Killian returns. His hand squeezes the back of my neck. “I have your water.”
“Thanks,” I mumble and try not to sound sad but fail miserably.
“Liri. Look at me.” He swivels the chair around and I peer up at him. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” I give him a fake smile. “Just tired.”
“You were fine before I left. What is it?” He glances around the room. His gaze falls on the wrapper next to the bed. “It’s not mine. Sometimes when Hayley sleeps over with Liam, I give them my bed because he has a roommate,” he offers in e
xplanation, and I believe him because I don’t think she would lie about it for him. He has to know that I would ask her if I thought he was feeding me bullshit.
“Okay.”
“C’mere.” He opens his arms, and I leave the chair for his embrace. Killian brushes my hair back from my neck. His lips go to my collarbone peppering kisses up to my ear. His arms hook under my butt and he lifts me up. My legs wrap around his waist and he carries me to the bed.
We fall to the mattress, his body blanketing mine. My hands roam over the expanse of his smooth back.
“Look at me.” He holds my chin forcing my eyes to his. “No one before you matters. They could never compare to the way I feel when I’m with you.”