Page 43 of From My Past
“That’s all.” He smirked down at me and he was so close that I could smell his cologne, his shower gel and his crisp leather scent on him.
“Well, you drive a hard bargain.” I teased. “But I accept.”
“Great. Now, pour me a cup please and let’s see who wins.”
I opened a few of the dark grey cupboards before I was able to locate the coffee mugs, but I found two and poured us each a cup.
I lifted the white mug to my lips and saw Kieron smile a knowing smile at me as I took a sip.
Fuck.
It was the best coffee I’d ever had. Even better than the coffee I had tried at Luca’s father’s restaurant which, before now, I thought was the best. I set the mug down and tried to school my face to reveal nothing.
“Well?” Kieron prodded, taking a drink from his own cup.
Instead of answering him, I walked over to where he had sat back down on the bar stool and rested one hand on his chest. I could feel his heart beat pick up and beat faster as I got closer to him. I tried not to smirk too much. I slid my other hand up and pushed my fingers through the back of his hair where it was tight from being pulled up, his gorgeous curls were still slightly damp from the shower he must have taken this morning. Now that he was sitting, there wasn’t such a big height difference so I leaned in and pressed my lips strongly against his.
Kieron was still for a moment, then his lips were returning my kiss with fervor.
I groped at him trying to touch and caress as much of his body as I could reach. I loved the black leather on his torso, but I wanted to feel his warm chest against me and feel the strong cords of muscle that laced his back beneath my hands.
Kieron was letting me set the pace while also showing me that he liked what I was doing by nipping my lower lip softly, by his hands wrapping around my waist and holding me lightly. Not to mention the groans and heavy breaths that were leaving my mouth that made my core start to heat even more. At this rate he was going to be able to tell just how much he affected me by a wet spot on my borrowed grey sweats.
Kieron’s hand lightly twisted the white shirt and his other hand slid up my back, his warm hand spanning my entire lower back. He simultaneously pulled away while keeping my body close. He was so gentle, so hesitant but at the same time, I knew he wanted more and he wasn’t going to pressure me for it.
“I won, yes?” He said, his voice was husky and low and I couldn’t get enough.
“Smartass.” I said with a smirk that matched the one on his lips.
“That was…one hell of a kiss, baby.” He said, completely sincerely. “But we need to talk about what happens now.”
I could feel my body stiffen at his words, they made what he wanted to tell me sound like he was going to toss me back to Luca. “What do you mean?” I whispered in fear.
“I mean, it’s a quarter until 8 o’clock. We have fifteen minutes until Luca’s little threat of war is enacted. I wanted to know what you thought, what you wanted.” He said with a sigh. I could see in his eyes that he was in protective mode.
“I was thinking about that when I woke up actually. If there is a peaceful way to handle this where no one gets hurt, I’d like to try it that way.” I said quietly, but confidently.
Kieron looked at me with something akin to awe. He opened his mouth and closed it a few times, but no words ever came out of his mouth. He was staring at me with wide eyes, and still holding me tightly.
“What?” I asked after a few silent moments of weird awkwardness.
“You realize what he did to you makes it incredibly difficult for me to not want to cut his head off with a machete.”
“I know.”
“You know that I should. That he deserves it and more.”
“I know.”
“Then why?” He asked me, his head cocked to the side.
“I’m not saying that I don’t want him to suffer, because I do. That might make me a shitty person, but it’s the truth. But what I don’t want is a bunch of people getting hurt because of me. Innocent people.”
“Baby,” Kieron said sweetly, and ran a hand through my tangles. “No one is truly innocent.”
“Kieron, I will forever feel guilty and terrible if any of your friends get hurt over me. Don’t even get me started on ifyouwould get hurt. I couldn’t stand it.”
“I won’t get hurt.” He tried to reassure me.
