Page 20 of Tomorrow's Never Promised

“I know I made it seem earlier that I wasn’t interested in sleeping with you—” he holds his hand up to stop me.

“You said you needed time, and I respect that. I amtryingto do the right thing by you, Madison,” he sighs.

“The couch is a piece of shit. You aren’t sleeping there.” I point towards my bedroom down the hall. “You can sleep in my bed. It’s only a full, but I’m sure you won’t mind,” I try my best to persuade him.

A beautiful smile graces his lips as he pulls me back against him. “Fine, but we are going tosleepin that bed. Tomorrow we can have ourselves a day cooking and getting to know each other more.”

I look up at him, “I was wrong about you.”

He looks down, staring into my eyes with a curious expression. “How do you mean?”

“I said you wereDarth Vader,but I was wrong. Killian, you areAnakin Skywalker.” I rub my thumb over his lips. His eyes become glassy and fill with unshed tears. He swiftly wipes the moisture away, kisses my forehead, and walks down the hall toward my bedroom.Men. Always afraid to be vulnerable.

“You coming, sweetheart?” He turns around to wink at me.

I open the door to my room and make space for him to enter. He looks around, takes in my bed, and touches the twinkle lights wrapped around my bed frame.

“Nice touch,” his lips curl into a smile. He stalks towards me and pulls me into a passionate kiss. Leaning his forehead against mine, he lets out a sigh. “Thank you for saying that, Madison. You don’t realize how much it meant to me,” he whispers.

I brush a strand of untamed hair off his eyebrow. “You don’t have to wear a mask around me, Killian. I see the real you. It's okay to be vulnerable around me.”

He kisses me again, and we go at it, not coming up for air. Our hands roam all over each other. Our teeth nip and clash. We are entangled and clumsy, which results in us bumping into my dresser. Of course, my empty wine glass comes crashing to the floor, interrupting our fun.

“Don’t fucking move an inch!” he commands. He picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, swatting my ass in the process and laughing. Where is your vacuum?” he asks while depositing me on my bed.

“I can clean it, Killian. Just grab me my slippers,” I point to the bottom of my closet.

“Absolutely not. Stay in that bed, beautiful.” He schools me with anot to be fucked withlook. “Now, where is the vacuum?”

“In the hallway closet, the second door on the right.” I shake my head and smile at his need to be the perfect fucking gentleman.

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“Alright,”he says on his return from putting the vacuum away, “where were we?” He gives me a mischievous look.

“You were just about to unzip my dress,” I get off the bed and turn around, placing my hair over my shoulder.

He whistles while approaching me. “Is that so?” Warm hands brush over my shoulders and down my bare back. He reaches for my zipper and drags it down inch by inch, brushing sweet kisses over my neck and shoulder. “Madison...” he says my name in warning.

I let my dress fall to my feet and spin around to face him. I unbutton his shirt, trying to be hasty before he changes his mind. He helps me by holding up each arm so I can unbutton the cuffs. I step back and watch with eagerness as he continues undressing.He unbuckles his belt and pops the button before lowering his zipper with excruciating slowness.

Killian toes off his shoes and leans down to discard his socks. On his return, I push the dress shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. He lowers his dress pants and steps out of them. A snug pair of gray boxer briefs cling to his hips. My attention directs to the outline of his erection pressing against his thigh.Woah.

I boldly lead him to my bed and drag the comforter down. Laying down on my back, I spread my legs, inviting him to join.

“What am I going to do with you, Madison?” He stares at me in awe before claiming my lips again.

Killian kisses my neck as I rake my nails down his back. Tattooed arms surround me in a warm cocoon. His hand reaches between us, rubbing circles around my clit through the fabric. I lift my hips, adding more pressure to where I need it most. He continues lazily stroking me as goosebumps erupt over my skin. Lifting his head, he looks at me, his brows coming together again. He wants this just as much as I do. Removing his hand, he hooks his thumb into the side of my thong.

“If we do this, I won’t be able to stop myself. I’m using all the restraint I have left to do right by you. Tell me to stop, and we’ll go straight to bed.”

“Don’t stop,” I lean forward, whispering against his lips. That’s all it took for him to rip my thong on both sides. He runs his two fingers down my wetness, exploring deeper. Breaching my entrance and capturing my lips in his, he pushes them in all the way. I sigh into his mouth and buck my hips forward, hitting his palm.

“You’re so wet for me,” he whispers while thrusting his fingers inside me at a deliciously torturous pace.

“And so fucking tight.”

He continues his expedition until I am clinging to his biceps and riding out an incredible orgasm. I sprinkle kisses all over his collarbone and neck while removing his boxer briefs. I add them to our growing pile of clothes on the floor.

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