Page 22 of Her Marine
“You’ve already kissed me,” Journee told him. “And by what you’ve said, that makes me yours.”
Killian licked his lower lip, causing his tongue to touch her lips as well. “True. Now, Little Tigress. Make me yours.”
Journee’s hand came to the back of his neck, and she pulled him down, their lips meeting again. She kissed him, slipping her tongue into his mouth, and Killian wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her flush against him, lifting her off the ground.
When they pulled apart, he slid her down his body—purposely allowing her to feel his hardness. She gasped, and Killian nipped her lip.
“Have fun with your sisters tomorrow.”
“Thank you. Will you call me tomorrow?”
“I will. Get some sleep,” he told her, releasing her and taking a step back.
Killian watched as she unlocked her door, telling him goodnight before stepping inside. He waited until he heard the door lock before returning to the car, and he couldn’t help but smirk to himself. She had no idea what she’d just gotten herself into, but Killian knew she’d love it.
6
Journee placed the chicken in the oven. She and her sisters tried to get together twice a month and have dinner at her house or their apartments. This time, it was her turn to host. She made the main dish and supplied the wine while her sisters brought side dishes. She'd gone byMelts in Your Mouthand picked up a few treats for them to have as dessert.
There was an hour and a half before her sisters would arrive. Aryah would show up a few minutes early, while Aariah would be right on time.
Journee heard her phone go off and walked to the island to pick it up. She found that she had a text message from Killian that read,I was thinking about you. Her eyebrows furrowed because it was the first time he'd started a text like that, but Journee heard her doorbell ring a few seconds later.
Placing the phone down, she went to the door and looked through the peephole; she found a man in a uniform standing there. Journee opened the door and gave him a small smile.
“Hello, can I help you?” she questioned.
“Journee Edmins?”
“That's me.”
“I have a delivery for you.”
Journee nodded, and he walked back toward the van parked by her mailbox and the other person standing there. She leaned against the doorframe as she watched them open the back of the van and come out with four different vases.
Her eyes widened slightly as she watched them return to her door. She'd thought they'd just been moving some of them out of the way. She hadn't thought they would bring all four to her. She stepped aside and directed them to the entry table when they asked where she wanted them. Once the vases were placed down, Journee thanked them, signing for the delivery and telling them to wait a moment so she could tip them.
“It's already been taken care of. Enjoy the rest of your day.”
She closed the door behind them and took in the flowers. Each vase looked like it had two dozen roses: a dozen pink and a dozen red. Picking up the card in one of the vases, she flipped it over, reading it.Because I was thinking about you and that gorgeous face, have fun with your sisters.
Journee found herself smiling as she returned to the kitchen. She picked up her phone and sent him a thank you text before going into her living room and sitting on the couch. Turning the television on, she decided to catch up on the latest episode of a show she'd started on Hulu.
Journee had taken the chicken out of the oven about five minutes before she heard her front door open. While she and her sisters had keys to each other's places, and she and Kaydence had keys to each other's homes, they only used them if the other was expecting them. If they were just dropping by, they always knocked. The only exception was Aryah. Since her blood sugar could spike or plummet. If Journee or Aariah stopped by her apartment, and she didn't answer, but her car was there, they'd all agreed the two older siblings could use their key.
“Hey, Journ,” Aryah greeted as she walked into the kitchen.
“Hey,” she responded, going over to her sister, and taking one of the containers from her.
“Thanks,” she replied, and the two sat them on the table, taking the lids off the glass containers. Her baby sister made roasted asparagus and breadsticks. “You made creamy Italian chicken?”
“I did,” Journee confirmed with a nod, and her sister did a little dance, causing Journee to laugh. It was one of Aryah's favorite dishes.
The two were taking down plates, cutlery, and glasses when the front door opened and closed again.
“Hey, sisters,” Aariah greeted as Journee placed the glasses on the table.
“Hey, Riah.” Both women greeted as Aryah grabbed the smaller container that Aariah was balancing on top of a larger bowl. Aariah had decided to bring a salad and rosemary potatoes.
