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“One day soon I’m going to fuck this pretty, delicious mouth of yours,” he growls. “I can’t wait to see your lips wrapped around my cock.”
I shift restlessly under the covers. “I promise I’ll be a good girl and swallow.”
With a growl, Killian kisses me again, harsher and with more force, as if he’s sealing the promise of our words onto my lips. He pulls away just as quickly and stands back to don his sweats, which feel more like a safety measure than a necessity at this point.
Getting into bed, he turns me so I’m facing the window and settles in behind me, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me against him. Our bodies fit together perfectly. I’ve never slept with someone in the same bed before and it feels nice. Safe. Comforting.
Kilian presses a soft kiss on my neck.
“Go to sleep, butterfly.”
My brain isn’t tired, but I still close my eyes and succumb to sleep with the sound of Killian’s breath in my ear and his arm securely wrapped around my waist.
CHAPTER 25
Caroline
My legsand arms wake up before my mind does. I stretch my arms, kicking my legs out as I burrow my face into my pillow.
“Did you just kick me?”
My eyes pop open and I’m almost blinded by the sunlight pouring in through the windows as I whip my head around. Killian is leaning against the headboard, shirtless, hair mussed, his sketchbook open on his lap.
“It wasn’t a dream,” I say softly.
A corner of his mouth lifts up briefly. “I’m afraid not.”
I raise my arms up, stretching properly before turning to face him.
“What are you sketching?”
Turning the sketchbook, he shows me the page on which he’s drawn me, sleeping, my face relaxed, and lips parted.
“I will never get over your ability to make me more beautiful than I am,” I say in quiet wonder. His sheer talent leaves me awestruck.
“I only draw what I see, and in case I’ve never made it clear before, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
“You have to say that to the woman in your bed.”
He shoots me a disapproving look. “Caroline.”
My name is an admonishment and I’m appropriately chastened. I have no reason to tease him when he’s always taking care of me and treating me like I really am the most beautiful woman in the world.
“Can we just stay in bed all day?” I ask.
Killian closes his sketchbook and puts it on the nightstand. “We can. But you’re going to miss out on being a tourist and being on the river.”
I sit up in excitement. “We’re going on the ferry?”
“We are,” Killian says with a small smile.
“Eeee!” I squeal with excitement, throwing off the comforter and getting out of bed. “When do we have to leave? How much time do we have? I have to get ready!”
Killian watches me with amusement. “I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone who was this excitement to go on a ferry.”
“It’s not just that,” I say. “I’m more excited about seeing more places. I’m going to get ready.”
I rush out of his room before he can delay me further and into the bathroom for my morning ablutions. Once I’m showered with freshly washed hair, I wrap a towel around my body and run to my room.
