Page 150 of Burn It Down

Killian: Gotta go, she’s getting suspicious of my texting.

I stowed my phone away in the next second. “Oh, just J complaining about that project of his taking forever and another fire breaking out. He almost shorted out Hexwood House too, apparently.”

“Oh shit.”

I waved my hand. “You know him and his exaggeration. I’m sure it wasn’t really that bad.”

I could tell by the look on her face that she didn’t completely buy that.

Fortunately for me, something else took her attention then, and the next thing I knew she was grabbing my hand and dragging me in the other direction through the quad.

I saw the alcove a second before she shoved me into it.

Our alcove.

I jolted against the wall, our bags falling from my shoulder as she shoved her hands into my chest and got up nice and close, all her sweet softness pushing against my hardness.

A whole lot of hardness.

She’d had my cock reacting the second she’d gotten good and rough.

She stretched onto her tiptoes, and breathed in my ear, as she ran her hands all over my chest. “This is where it all started that day so many months ago.”

“Mmm, I remember, darlin’.”

“Bend. The. Knee,” she uttered in her sexy, turned-on voice.

Her eyes shone back at me with a mixture of mirth and desire.

I knew she was just joking, but I did it anyway, lowering myself to my knees.

“Wow,” she breathed, peering down at me, awestruck.

“Only for you. Always for you.”

She folded herself over me and wrapped her hands around my neck.

And then she was kissing the fuck out of me and giggling along with it.

She had me chuckling too and I rose up and picked her up, holding her against me. “I fucking love you.”

“I love you too,” she said, sinking against me and hugging me to her.

Hexwood House was lit up.

In a way like never before.

Aurora slowed her step beside me and gasped in awe. “Wow,” she breathed, taking in the multicolored Christmas lights strung up all over the front face of the mansion, the Santa decoration on the slope of the roof, along with his sleigh and several reindeer, the silver and gold lights around the trunks and branches of the trees in the courtyard.

She turned to me excitedly. “What’s happening? Christmas is long gone. I don’t understand.”

“We missed it with the war and I figured that sucked. I know you’d wanted to celebrate, that it’s something you used to do with your uncle and your dad before that, so this is a belated Christmas celebration.”

She cupped my face and beamed up at me. “You’re the sweetest, you know that?”

“Only for you, darlin’.”

She threw her arms around me and held me to her, sinking into me in the best way, the way that always warmed me all the fucking way through.

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