Page 95 of Other Side Of Never
He came with a deep grunt, his hips rolling tightly until the tension in his body floated away.With a deep sigh, he stretched that long body over mine, settled his lean hips between my thighs, and interlaced our fingers.
Those large hands, rough with callouses, but always oh-so-gentle.
“Bridget,” he whispered, trailing his sweet breath along the curve of my throat.“You temper me.”
The tiny scrap of self-preservation I had left, melted away.“Kian.”
“Stay with me tonight,” he murmured against my throat.
I swallowed.“What about Isaiah?”
Running his fingers through my hair, he coaxed my lips back to his own.“Stay.”
23
Too Far
OnelookatKianand I huffed out a small laugh.“Rough day?”
He raked a hand through his hair.“You could say that.”
We stood in his open doorway as day slipped into night, and he wasn’t moving back.
I cocked my head to the side.“Are you going to let me in?”
Offering me a tired smile, he apologized.“I’m not going to be the best company tonight.Do you want to call it a night?”
“Not really, no,” I murmured.It had been days since I’d woken in Kian’s arms, and he’d been working nonstop since.“I’ll take your bad days along with your good days so long as you want to share your days with me.”
Moving back, he murmured, “Today is definitely one of the bad ones.”
I stepped inside.“Thank you.”
He snorted.“Don’t thank me yet,” he instructed on his way to the couch where he flopped down.“I just got Isaiah to bed.If he gets up again, you’ll be sorry.”
Curling my legs underneath me beside him, I asked, “What’s up?”
“I don’t know whether he’s somehow responding to something he feels in me or there’s just some innate sense inside him that remembers the loss, but every year on this day, he’s a bear.”
“What is today?”I asked softly though I was pretty sure I knew.
“The anniversary of my wife’s death.”
I moved closer to him on the couch and put my hand on his thigh.“I’m sorry, Kian.Do you need to be alone?”
He shook his head.
“Do you want to tell me what happened?”
His eyes shuttered.“She was hit by a drunk driver,” he replied flatly.
“There’s more to it than that.”
He nodded shortly and huffed out a laugh.“I had a hangover.We needed diapers, and I had a hangover, so I stayed home with Isaiah.”
“She was laughing when she left the house, teasing me about my low tolerance.”His eyes shone.“It was the last time I saw her alive.”He turned his head to look at me.“It should have been me in the car.Not her.Never her.”
“Kian,” I breathed.“It doesn’t work that way.”
