Liberty

"You don't have to walk me to my car," I murmur to Killian, watching him out of the corner of my eye as we stroll through the parking lot, headed toward my Prius. Dinner was…interesting. He can be charming, but I don't think it's something that comes natural to him.

I think it's sweet that he tried for me though.

"Going to anyway," he says, putting his hand on my lower back.

I fight the urge to shiver at the weight of his hand. His longer fingers curve around my hip and squeeze, making my entire body hum with energy. My legs literally shake beneath me.

We walk in silence through the parking lot. The sun is slowly sinking behind the horizon, shadows creeping in to take its place. The parking lot has cleared out since we got here. We didn't talk very much over dinner—I don't think he says much as a general rule—but we both lingered like neither of us wanted to leave. I'm not even sure if this was a date, but I wanted to stay right where I was at, staring at him like a crazy person.

He did a lot of staring of his own. Every time I looked up, his eyes were on me. He didn't even act embarrassed to be caught staring. His lips just kicked up into one of those signature tiny smiles and he kept on doing it. I liked it.

I squeak when we step between two trucks and he grabs me around the waist. My back hits the side of the truck to the right, his hand cupping my head to keep me from cracking it against the window.

His big body presses into mine. His face looms into view, his crystalline eyes on fire.

"Killian, wha–?"

His mouth crashes down on mine, stealing my question and my breath.

My hands fly to his shoulders, a surprised gasp leaving my lips. He grabs my hands in his free hand, pushing them up over my head…holding me captive against the cool metal of the truck behind me. The dominant move liquefies my insides, turning me into a puddle of desire. My entire body trembles, shaking with the force of my need for this man.

He places a sweet kiss to the corner of my mouth and then yanks my skirt up, cupping my center like he did in his office. Only this time, he presses against my clit, sending a powerful jolt through me. "Gotta see you coming before I lose my fucking mind. You going to let me? Right here, right now?"

I nod, not trusting myself to speak. I should probably tell him no. We're in the middle of a parking lot in San Diego and it's not even completely dark out yet. Anyone could walk by and see what he's doing to me. But I don't want to tell him no. Not even a little bit.

His lips kick up into another of those tiny smiles he gives me. He presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth and then to my temple. His hand dips into my panties. "Jesus Christ," he groans. "You're soaked."

I know I am. I think I've been that way since I saw him sitting in Dom's office yesterday morning. I've definitely been that way since he kissed me this morning.

He parts my folds, pressing his thumb to my clit.

A jolt of electricity zips through me. I bite my lip hard to keep from crying out his name as he urges me to part my legs a little wider. He touches me like he knows exactly what I need, exactly how to make me come undone for him.

Within seconds, I'm on the edge.

"Can't wait to feel you wrapped around my cock," he says, using his whole hand to get me off. It's dirty and public and yet…I love every single thing about it.

"Killian," I whimper.

"Don't let anyone hear you," he warns me. "Those sounds are just for me."

"I can't be quiet."

"You can."

He's wrong. He is so, so wrong…

The orgasm hits me, heat flowing through me. I bite my lip to keep from crying out his name as it engulfs me, flinging me skyward. My legs tremble, threatening to buckle beneath me. He holds me up against the truck with his body, his mouth slashing down on mine to steal my cries.

I come harder than I ever have before. It seems to go on forever, leaving me gasping and shaking in his arms. When it's over, he cuddles me up against his chest, holding me like I'm something precious.

No one has ever held me like this before, like they didn't want to let me go. Tears sting at my eyes and squeeze my throat in a vise. I don't want it to end. I want to stay right here, soaking up the heat of his body until I'm old and gray.

"Come home with me," he says…though it's more of an order than a request.

I hesitate, torn between giving in and letting him consume me, and protecting myself and my heart. I could easily fall for him. I'm pretty sure I'm already falling for him. That scares me and excites me at the same time. But he told me today not to overthink it. So I'm going to take his advice. I'm not going to overthink. I'm going to enjoy whatever time we have together.

I take a breath…and I take a leap.

"I'll go home with you."

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