Page 80 of Beneath the Mountain Sky
I didn’t notice it until that night.
Her steely eyes warmed as she looked through the flames at me, where I sat on the log on the other side of the fire pit on the far side of our property.
“You talked to me when no one else really did…”
“Talk?” She slides fully across me, settling her pelvis against mine, and my cock aches where it’s pinned between us. “As I remember it, we didn’t end up talking.”
Heat sizzles across my skin at her sultry tone and reference to what went down that night.
“No, we certainly didn’t, Honeybee.”
“And we would have gone all the way had we not been interrupted by the crack of thunder and the skies opening up on us.” Her lips twist slightly, her playfulness doused by some thought I can’t read. “Do you think it was God trying to tell us something?”
I slide my hand up her side. “Is that your question?”
She scowls at me. “Does it have to be?”
Our “fun” game just took a very serious turn I never anticipated. But Willow has always had a strong belief in something bigger than us. A creator who gave us this mountain and all the beautiful things on it.
I wasn’t sure I believed in it until I pulled her from that water and immediately began praying…
The fact that she could think we were doomed from the beginning makes emotion clog my throat.
I shake my head. “No, I don’t think it was any kind of ominous warning that our future was going to be complicated, if that’s what you’re asking. Just a freak summer storm.”
Willow doesn’t appear convinced. “That lightning and thunder came right after you kissed me.”
I grin at her, but it’s filled with a deep sadness that has seeped into my bones. “Maybe it was a sign that we’re so electric nothing would be able to keep us apart…”
If only that had been true.
Instead of looking sad like she should, given the fact that we aren’t together anymore, her eyes heat in a way I recognize that both terrifies me and reignites that flame that could never completely stop burning for her.
“Don’t look at me like that, Honeybee…”
“Why not?”
“Because you can’t.”
Her dark brows draw low over conflicted eyes. “Why can’t I?”
“Because you still don’t know the truth. In your head, we’re still…” I release a long, heavy sigh, taking her face in my hands as she looks down at me. “In your head, we’re still on solid ground, and in reality, we’re far from it.”
It’s more like quicksand slowly sucking us down…
“You’ve always been my rock, Killian. Don’t tell me you’re not solid ground.”
“I’m not, Honeybee.”
She shifts slightly against my cock, making it spring to life, remembering what it feels like to be deep inside her. Her slick cunt wrapped around me. Squeezing, pulsing. Accepting me no matter how I took her.
And God…
I want to take her now.
I want to wipe away any awful memories with better ones. Ones centered on the pleasure I can give her. Ones rooted in the connection we’ve always shared. I want to take control so she can stop searching for it when she can’t find it in this impossible situation.
“Even if things were different, you’re hurt. We can’t?—”
