Page 21 of Tomorrow's Never Promised

“I didn’t bring a condom, love,” he groans, pausing his mission of unclasping my bra. He lowers his head onto my breasts. The feel of him sans boxers, teasing my already sensitive skin, is driving me mad with need.

“I’m on the pill.” I lift my hips and guide him to where I need him. I don’t want to stop now.Wecan'tstop now. Been there, done that. Can’t a girl just get laid?

After a moment of contemplation, he unstraps my bra, tossing it behind us victoriously. “I am clean. I get checked regularly, and it’s been a while, honestly,” he confesses, running himself up and down my slickness.

He leans one arm on the pillow above me, the other wrapped around my hip. In one motion, he thrust all the way in. A moan escapes my lips as he becomes fully seated. The feel of him bare inside me is such a different sensation. This time it doesn’t sting. Not the way it did last time. He begins to rock into me. Tenderly. Slowly.

Savoring my body.

Worshipingit.

Kissing him, I meet him thrust for thrust as his pace begins to quicken.

“Fuck, you’re perfect. Come for me, beautiful.” I cling to him as I feel another orgasm building deep inside me. This one is different than I’ve felt before. It’s a slow burn, building, and building. It’s like being on a rollercoaster—

The butterflies you feel the last few clicks before you creep over the edge.

The giant breath you inhale right before the big drop.

Feeling weightless on the descent.

In that moment, I realize the butterflies are a warning of the risk I am taking and the danger right in front of me. I know he will keep me safe, and that’s all I need to enjoy the ride.

Stars invade my vision as a full-body orgasm takes me over. “Killian!” I scream out,not giving a fuck. No one is home but us. He follows right behind me, pulling out abruptly. I watch him grind down on his molars above me. He strokes himself once from base to tip before his abs flex. He leans over me, depositing his warm release on my stomach.

“Goddamn, Madison. I am a lucky man,” he breathes out, crashing on the bed next to me. He snuggles me in closer and kisses me. “You. Are. Amazing.”

“That was…wow.” I let out a deep breath, my heartbeat whooshing in my ears. We take a few minutes to catch our breath, not saying anything. It’s just the soothing sound of the wind, our heartbeats, and his hands rubbing up and down my arms. He eventually gets up and finds his way to the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth.

Killian cleans my stomach off and throws the towel in the hamper. Getting back in bed, he pulls my back to his front and wraps his arms around me. “Sleep now, sweetheart. You’re safe in my arms,” he says, kissing the back of my head.

I wakeup to the wind whipping noisily outside. The blizzard has been at it all night—like Madison and I. It’s not expected to stop until later this evening. I glance down at the sated, sleeping beauty in my arms. My face beams with memories of last night. I can’t even recall the last time I had a good night’s sleep.

Removing my arms from our embrace, I lean over the bed and grab my pants. I fish through my pocket to retrieve my phone. A few text notifications are there as well as multiple weather alerts. I check the time—7:30 a.m.You’d never know with these blackout curtains. Madison stirs next to me but doesn’t wake. A soft light is casted on her face from the string lights above. She is the most gorgeous woman I have ever met.Inside and out. Her heart ispure gold.

You can hear it in her words.

See it in her actions.

Feel it in her touch.

This woman could ask for the whole world on a silver platter, and I would provide it for her.

I place a gentle kiss on her forehead and slip out of bed. I collect our clothes on the floor, quietly sorting hers from mine. Draping her dress and bra over her desk chair, I slip out of her room, leaving the door open a crack.

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Bacon is fryingon the stovetop griddle. Coffee is brewing in the Keurig (my second cup). I glance at my phone behind me on the kitchen island—8:30 a.m. Princess Maddy is still sleeping soundly down the hall. There hasn’t been so much as a peep in that direction. I’ve already responded to quite a few calls, texts, and emails; went over a few contracts. It was a treat to sleep in today.

I am finishing up with the western omelets I made us when she pads down the hall, yawning. She has on a pair of black and white plaid pajama bottoms and an oversized gray sweatshirt.

“Good Morning, sweetheart,” I say while plating the omelets. Her cheeks blush, and she smiles, taking in the breakfast plates on the counter.

“He cooks too!Am I still dreaming?” she laughs while pinching herself.

“Not dreaming,” I pull her to me, about to place a kiss on her lips. She throws her finger up, pressing it against my lips.

Alarmed eyes meet mine.“—I need to brush my teeth.” She darts away to the bathroom.

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