“You want me, June. You know you do.”
“I’ll always want you, Killian. I never could stop even when it was wrong.”
He closed his eyes, resting his head against hers. “Why is it wrong?”
“Everything I knew about you is a lie, Killian. It’s all a lie.”
Shaking his head, he held onto her shoulders, and looked into her eyes. “No, it wasn’t all a life. That’s bullshit, and you fucking know it.”
“Everything you told me—”
“The only crap I lied about was all the shit I grew up with. My feelings, who I am, I didn’t lie about that.”
“You just told me you’re a fucking hitman, Killian.”
He licked his lips, and took a deep breath. His dick pressed against the front of his pants, and just having her near, it was arousing him.
“I got shot, and everything is all confusing right now.”
“Be honest with me,” he said. “Does my kiss repulse you?”
“No. I just think it’s a little early and … too soon to start that right now.” She crossed her hands over her chest, and her gaze traveled down the length of him. He was still fully dressed.
Reaching out, he cupped her face, and tilted her head back. “I never stopped thinking about you.”
She smiled. “You know, for the longest time I always expected you to come back. I’d stand at the beach, and I’d wait. I’d wonder if that would be the day you’d arrive. I was getting bigger with every single passing month, and then I gave birth. I’d take my son, our son, to the beach, and we’d stand there for hours. I did that for five years until he had to go to school full-time. I never told him why we went to the beach, only that it was important that we were there.”
His heart was fucking breaking, thinking about the young woman she had been. How painful it had to have been for her going to the same spot every single day. He didn’t even want to imagine.
“So, yes, Killian. Despite everything, just being near you, and I want to jump back into bed with you. I want to feel like that teenager again, falling in love, only now I know I am in love. Those feelings never changed, not for me.” She grabbed her sweater, and pulled it back over her head, hiding herself once again.
When she put some distance between them, he didn’t stop her.
“Would you like something to drink?”
“Do you have any whiskey?” she asked, surprising him.
“I do.”
“I could really use a stiff drink right about now. With everything going on, I need something that burns.”
“Whiskey coming right up.” He moved toward the table in the sitting room. Pouring out two large glasses, he held one out to her, which she took. “Please, take a seat. We’ve got a lot to discuss.”
“You mean seeing as we’re not having sex?” she asked, taking a seat across from him. She took a drink, and she frowned as she swallowed. “Wow, that’s strong.”
“Yep. It’s the good stuff.” He drank his in one gulp, and poured himself another shot. “It wasn’t always about sex with you,” he said.
“We don’t need to talk about the past.”
“We do. I do. I know everything about you because you didn’t once tell me a lie. I told lies. I fabricated everything to make myself look like the perfect boyfriend. The truth was, the moment that I saw you, I wished I was that person I told you about.”
“Killian, you don’t have to say that…”
“You know what, I don’t give a fuck. It’s the truth. You smiled at me, and you were so kind, even with a total stranger. I fell for you fucking hard, and I wanted to be perfect for you. So I told you everything that I wished was true.”
There was silence for several seconds. Her gaze fixed on him until finally she broke away and drank more of the whiskey he’d given her. “So what was the truth?” she asked.
“The truth was and is, I don’t have a clue who my father is. He could have been a boyfriend, a john, a pimp, anyone.”