Page 116 of Yearning For Her

Never thought I’d join the mile-high club…especially not while I wasn’t even on a plane.

Lips stretching into a grin, she opened her eyes. Morning sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting bright rays through which sparkling dust motes drifted.

She inhaled deeply, once more taking in Kian’s spicy sandalwood and jasmine scent. If only she could spend the whole day with him, just like this. If only it were possible to capture these moments with him forever.

Her stomach grumbled. Willow pursed her lips and scrunched her nose against the involuntary declaration of hunger.

But of course, these moments were always fleeting. Life called—or more accurately, bodily functions called.

She glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It was a quarter to eleven.

Willow stared at the digital numbers as something scratched in the back of her mind. Something was supposed to happen today, she’d had something scheduled…

Her eyes widened. “Oh shit!”

Grabbing the covers, she flung them aside, tore out of Kian’s arms, and scrambled off the bed.

Kian awoke with a snarl, whipping the blanket off the bed so hard and fast that it snapped in the air. That sound was immediately followed by that of his feet hitting the floor.

Willow turned toward him and froze in place.

He stood on the opposite side of the bed, reminiscent of a beast facing down a pack of challengers. Kian’s wings were fanned out, his hands were raised, brandishing his black claws, and his muscles rippled with tension. His white hair hung wild about his shoulders, which heaved with his ragged breaths. Kian swept his gaze around the room.

“What’s wrong?” he growled. “What happened?”

“Oh. Uh…” Her eyes dropped to his cock. It was standing stiffly at attention, the piercing at its tip glinting in the morning light. He was fierce, primal, and her body responded with a flare of heat between her thighs.

His stance deflated, and he tilted his head, looking at her. His eyes blazed, but their ferocity was dulled by confusion.

Willow’s skin flushed. “Umm…”

Kian furrowed his brow and dropped his hands. “I…” He let out a huff, shook his head, and smiled. “Can’t say I don’t appreciate the view, but what’s going on?”

It was the fire in his gaze that urged Willow to action. Her eyes rounded, and she hurried toward the bathroom. “I’m late!”

“Late?”

“I have a client I’m supposed to meet for lunch at twelve-thirty.” Willow skidded to a halt in the bathroom, snatched up her clothing, which he’d peeled off her before their shower last night, and raced back out, heading straight for the bedroom door. “She’s having me do a bridal boudoir shoot, so there’s a lot to go over, and—”

Her eyes landed upon Kian, who was leaning against the bedpost with his arms folded across his chest. His expression was a mix of mild confusion and amusement. Based on his posture, he was quite unbothered by his nakedness.

She ran her eyes over him. “You’re okay, right?”

He quirked a dark eyebrow. “Me? I thought you were in trouble.”

“Nope, just late.” Willow grinned, opened the door, and paused to peek back at him. “By the way, that was really, really hot.” She took off into the hallway, disentangling her panties from her dress and flicking them out to straighten them.

“What was?”

“The whole ready to kill for me thing you did there,” she said over her shoulder as she strode down the hall.

She reached the living room, tucked the dress under her arm, and stumbled into her panties without stopping. Her strapless bra was a little trickier, but she managed to draw it on backwards, clasping it herself before twisting it around and tugging it up over her breasts. She raked her gaze across the room. “Shoes, shoes… Where did I leave my shoes?”

Kian chuckled, drawing her attention to him. He’d moved to the entrance of the living room, where he stood with his hands on his hips, still naked. Still hotter than sin.

“If you give me a moment to get some pants on, Willow, I’ll drive you home,” he said. “Hell, maybe I’ll help you dress first.”

Willow snorted. “I can handle getting dressed on my own. But I’ll take the ride.”

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