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“Eh, just a little. It’s nice, right?”
“I love it. Has your brother seen it?”
“Nope, but I’m going to leave it at his place for him.”
They left the airport, and Ziggy led the way to her car. Journee loaded her suitcase into the trunk while Ziggy placed her sign in the backseat.
“How was your flight?” Ziggy asked when the two were in the car and pulling out of the parking lot.
“It felt far longer than it was. A lady sitting in the middle seat kept staring a hole in my head, sighing, huffing, and smacking her teeth because I wouldn’t trade and give her my aisle seat. She’s lucky I didn’t pop her.”
“I never understood why people with a seat preference just don’t pay the upgrade fee to choose their seat because nine times out of ten, the people they want to trade with did so.”
“Which is exactly what I did, and I guess she thought I was going to just let her have it because she was my ‘elder’ and I should respect her, as she put it, but she was sorely mistaken.”
“You mean to tell me someone’s grandmother was acting like a child? She needs to do better at her big age,” Ziggy responded, and a couple of seconds later, they were laughing.
They spent the rest of the drive to Killian’s, listening to music and conversing. Ziggy asked her if she wanted to stop somewhere and grab some food, and as if on cue, Journee’s stomach growled, answering for her.
When they pulled into the parking lot of the condo building, Ziggy popped her trunk before grabbing the food they’d stopped to get, and Journee retrieved her suitcase from the trunk and grabbed the sign from the backseat.
Ziggy let them in with her spare key, and Journee placed the sign against the wall by the front door before rolling her suitcase behind her down the hall to the bedroom. She put it by the closet and entered the kitchen, where Ziggy had veered off with their food.
“So, Mom wants to know if you want to have lunch with us tomorrow. She said she sent you a text, but I reminded her that you were on a plane,” Ziggy stated as Journee took her phone from her back pocket and placed it on the island, sitting beside her.
“Yeah, lunch sounds like fun. She isn’t going to drive all the way here, though, is she? Because if so, we should make a day of it,” Journee suggested.
“Nah, we’re going to meet her in D.C, but I’m sure some shopping will still be involved. She wants to do lunch at one. So, I can pick you up at twelve-fifteen, and we can head there.”
“That works. A little retail therapy sounds like fun.”
They ate, cleaned up once they were done, and headed into the living room. Ziggy turned on the television, choosing a movie for them to watch. They were halfway through it when Journee excused herself to the bathroom. She took care of business, washing and drying her hands before she stepped out.
“Thank you for picking her up.” She heard Killian state as she came down the hall. He came into view, and Journee watched him kiss Ziggy’s forehead before gesturing toward the still-open door. “Go home,” he instructed.
“I do something nice, and this is how you treat me,” Ziggy mumbled, turning to her. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Journee,” she tacked on before walking out the door. She watched Killian close and lock it once his sister was gone.
“How was your appointment?” Journee asked. Killian’s eyes roamed over her as he began eliminating the distance between them. “What did your doctor say?” she added when he stopped before her. She tipped her head back slightly to look up at him. “Killian —”
Journee cut herself off with a gasp as his left hand wrapped around her neck; he pulled her to him and leaned down. The look in his eyes told her what she already knew. She wanted him to confirm it.
“She released me.” He gave her a soft kiss. It was a contradiction to the way he looked at her. He’d kissed her like she was fine, fragile China. The look in his eyes told her he was going to disintegrate her. “I recall telling you I couldn’t be held responsible for what I put you through when I was released and that I wasn’t stopping until we were both physically exhausted.” He ran his tongue over her bottom lip. “Which is why I can guarantee you that you won’t be making it to whatever you and my sister had planned.”
Killian sealed his lips to hers, his tongue sliding into her mouth as his free arm wrapped around her waist, and he picked her up. Journee wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her down the hall. Once in his bedroom, he placed her on her feet, slowly pulling away from the kiss.
“Undress for me, Tigress, because if I do it, I’m ripping every article of clothing.”
Journee believed him. The promise in his eyes spoke volumes, and she knew he was right. She’d have to reschedule with his mother and sister tomorrow.
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?Put on Repeat?
Killian asked her to undress because he would rip each article from her body if she left it up to him. He should have known that she would take the opportunity to tease him. Her shirt came off slowly, and it felt like it hit the floor even slower. He was tempted to take over and make good on his words, but he enjoyed this teasing. It would only serve to rile him up more.
Her pants were next, and Killian watched the movements of her fingers with rapt fascination as they unbuttoned and unzipped them. His eyes zeroed in on her thumbs as she slid them into the sides of her jeans before she shimmied them down. Each reveal of flesh was like a present being unwrapped before his eyes, and he wouldn’t miss a second of it.
Subconsciously, Killian licked his lips when she stood in front of him in only her bra and panties. His eyes raked over her like it was his first time seeing her. Hell, he felt as if it were. Five weeks was a long time to consciously go without indulging in her.
