Page 71 of Twisted Secrets
It wasgood—too good.
He rolled onto his back, taking her with him. She caught herself on his chest with a soft laugh. “Changing positions?”
“I want to see you.” The only light in the room was the full moon, and it traced down her body in a way that could only be described as lovingly. He followed its path with his palm, ending on her hips. “Ride me, sweetheart. I want to see the look on your face when you come.”
“So demanding.”
“Only about things worth fighting for.”
She opened her mouth and seemed to reconsider. Before he could ask her what she was thinking, she started moving, rolling her hips and taking him deeper. With her hands on his chest and her body moving over his, it was almost unbearably intimate. Almost. He hooked the back of her neck and brought her down to kiss her, sealing their bodies together. The slow slide of her skin against his had him fighting for control, fighting to keep this going as long as possible.
She kissed him, the desperation of that point of contact a direct counterpoint to the way she rode his cock. He could feel her tightening around him, her movements becoming irregular, and he grabbed her hips to force her to keep the same rhythm that was going to send her over the edge. She gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. “Cillian.”
He barely waited for her to ride out the aftershocks before he flipped her onto her back and hitched her leg up over his arm. “You look so fucking sexy when you come, sweetheart. I’m never going to get tired of that.” He gave in to the instinct demanding that he pound into her, his control slipping further with each stroke. “And the feel of it. Fuck, it’s too goodto put into words.”
“Then don’t.” She kissed him, and it was too much. His whole body went tight, his orgasm sweeping away everything but the feel of her. Cillian shifted to the side of her and drew her against his side.
Olivia gave him a sleepy, satisfied smile. “Careful. I could get used to this kind of wake-up.”
Good. He kept the word inside, though it was a close thing. She was going through so much right now. He wasn’t willing to be yet another man putting demands on her. He’d said he had no intention of letting her go, and he meant it. There was no point in pressing her about it—not while they were still dealing with the looming threat of her ex and half brother.
After? That would be a completely different story.
He got up and went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. By the time he got back, Olivia was asleep again. She turned toward him as he climbed back into bed, and he pulled her against his chest, wrapping his arms around her and letting the sound of her steady breathing ease what remained of his earlier tension. This was what it was all about.
He’d do damn near anything to keep this woman in his life.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Olivia woke to the sun on her face. She stretched and sighed, feeling better rested than she had in weeks. She sat up and rubbed a hand over her face.Hadley must have been more tired than I thought if she’s still sleeping. She glanced over Cillian to the clock on the nightstand. “Ten?”
No way.
A frisson of fear iced its way down her spine, but she did her damnedest to ignore it as she climbed out of bed. It had been a wild few days. It was absolutely logical that Hadley would be overtired and just had one of those random days that rarely came around and slept in. She’d thrown a horrible tantrum yesterday, after all, and she only did that when she was exhausted beyond all reason.
Olivia threw on a sweatshirt over her tank top and padded down the hallway to the room her daughter slept in. She pushed open the door. At first, relief nearly sent her to her knees. There Hadley was, all cuddledup under her blanket like she preferred to sleep.Way to overreact, idiot.She almost turned around and let her daughter keep sleeping, but something made her walk over and look into the portable crib. She tugged down the blanket, frowned, and tugged it down further.
It took entirely too long for her tired mind to understand what she was seeing.
A pillow.
She picked the pillow up, half-sure that somehow she’d missed something and Hadley had snuggled down beneath it, but there was nothing below it except more blankets. Frantic now, Olivia stood and tore the blankets off the bed itself, as if her daughter had somehow climbed out of the crib and fallen asleep somewhere else.She has to be here, shehasto be.
Nothing.
“Hadley?”She just escaped her crib. She’s done it before. She’s in the house.I just have to find her. “Hadley! Come out, baby girl, you’re scaring Mama.” She nearly ran over Cillian as she rushed out into the hallway. “I can’t find Hadley.”
He didn’t waste time with cold comfort or telling her that she must be mistaken. He just nodded. “We’ll find her.”
They tore the house apart looking for her, every second that passed solidifying the horrific truth in Olivia’s mind.Hadley is gone. My baby girl is gone. She opened the front door.
And screamed.
Instantly, Cillian was by her side. He pulled her against him, burying her face in his chest. “Don’t look, sweetheart.”
But it was too late. She already had the image of the dead man imprinted on the back of her eyelids.So much blood. The panic she’d been mostly able to hold at bay rose up and punched her in the face.Someone killed our guard, and my daughter is gone.“Hadley—”
He led her into the living room and guided her down onto the couch. “Listen to me, Olivia. Are you listening?”
