I wrapped my legs around him. “Hard, Killian. I want you to fuck me like when you hit the bag.”
His brows lowered for a second. “Savvy,” he growled and then he kissed me again, as he pushed his cock deep inside.
But he didn’t move.
Instead, he kissed me while I curled my hands around the rope, using it as leverage to hold my body up. But I didn’t need to. Killian’s arms held me.
And he’d never let me go. I just wasn’t sure if that was literal or not. But right now it didn’t matter.
“I tried, baby. Fuck, I tried, but I couldn’t.”
“Tried?”
His cock pulsed inside me and my body throbbed with need, but I didn’t move as he rested his forehead against my chin. “Sex.”
My chest tightened and heart pounded. He couldn’t be saying what I think he was saying. “Killian? I don’t understand.”
He lifted his head and his eyes met mine. Those ice green eyes that reminded me of the Popsicles my dad and I ate on the porch.
“I’ve been with a lot of women. Mostly play. Bondage. But other things at the BDSM club. Two girls at once, fuck, it was easier when it was two girls, but I never fucked them. Never did my cock go inside them. You’re the first, Savvy.” My eyes widened and I gasped. “I tried once after you left. But I couldn’t do it. All I saw was you.”
“Killian.” My insides melted in a heat of… what? Love. Did I love Killian?
He briefly kissed my quivering lips. “I didn’t want to ruin the image of being inside you. So, I kept that for myself.”
Oh, God. A tear escaped and rolled down my cheek. He saw it and kissed it away.
“Now that I have you and the image is real… fuck, I can’t let you go again.”
“I’m not going anywhere, Killian.”
He groaned and tilted his hips. His cock sank deeper and I closed my eyes.
Then there were no more words as he fucked me against the bag. With each thrust, the bag moved away and then swayed back into me.
It was hard. Fast. And just when I thought my wrists couldn’t take it anymore, he reached up and yanked on the loose end and the rope released.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. He met my fierce need with his own as he carried me to bed then lowered me, his lips never leaving mine.
Then Killian made love to me.
It wasn’t wild and raw. But with each thrust, each touch, each kiss, it was the building of something more. Something neither of us could get back. Parts of us, maybe.
My mind spun with his words repeating over and over in my head. And in some ways, it hurt because I’d been with other men. I’d thought I was going to spend my life with David. I’d had a plan.
If he hadn’t cheated on me, if I hadn’t needed a job so desperately, I may have never gone to Killian. God, to think I’d have missed this.
Afterward, we lay in one another’s arms for a long time. My cheek on his chest and his arm over me as he gently caressed my back.
I traced one of the tattoos on his side as I spoke. “Ms. Evert, my last foster mother, asked me once what was so important about the orchid. I guess she wondered why I wanted to save it because I’d had it for a year as I went from foster home to foster home and it had never bloomed. It was kind of pathetic looking, actually.” His caressing stilled, and he tilted his chin to look at me as I did him. “I told her about you. How you fought. What you said to me. How you found me at the underground fight and saved me from getting caught. Then at the cemetery. Even what you told me about your dad.” He didn’t say anything. “She was the only person I told about your kiss that day. You know what she asked me? If I’d be sad if the orchid died.
“I told her the orchid was home.” His arm tightened around me. “At the time, it was. It was what came with me to each foster home, and when I looked at it, even as pathetic as it was, I smiled.” I trailed my fingers along his torso. “I told her I’d never let it go and she said you must be someone really special.
“I remember thinking about you when it bloomed and wishing you could see how beautiful the orchid became. Ms. Evert wanted me to put it in a nicer pot, but I liked the cracked pink one. It was you, Killian. The orchid. The pot. Damaged and hurt, but fighting to survive. And I guess I thought if I looked after it, you’d be okay.”