Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 167204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 557(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 557(@300wpm)
This whole trip is just…
You have to love someone to do something like this for them.
And I know all the reasons I shouldn’t, but to hell with them.
I’ll love him back.
And making that decision, giving up that fight, letting him all the way in…
It feels freeing.
He rolls me over onto my back and comes down on top of me, stealing a lazy kiss, then murmuring against my mouth, “We need to get up. We have to shower and get dressed. We already missed our dinner reservation.”
I smirk. “I had you for dinner.”
“You sure did,” he says, amused, as he slides his fingers through my hair. “But I made after dinner plans for us, too, and I don’t want to miss those.”
“But sleep.”
“We can sleep after,” he promises, grabbing my hands and tugging.
I let him drag me out of bed, but I’m not happy about it.
He assures me I’ll regret it if we miss our evening plans, but I don’t think I would regret anything if the option I chose instead was staying curled up in bed with Killian.
We shower together, and Killian washes my hair.
We lose track of time holding each other under the spray.
We have to rush to get dressed and ready, but luckily, we don’t have far to go.
He bought us tickets for tonight’s show at the opera house.
I feel like a girl living her dream when I walk in on his arm, and I guess that’s because I am.
I’ve always loved this opera house, but I love it now for different reasons. Not as the lost, lonely girl who had no place in the world and escaped into a fantastical story where she was everything to the man who loved her.
For the first time, I feel loved and tremendously valued in my real life.
He’s given me a lot of memories on this trip, but none can beat that one.
We kiss in front of the Grand Staircase, and Killian makes use of his French to ask someone to take a picture for us.
“I’m gonna frame that one,” I tell him with an easy smile, leaning over his shoulder to look at it.
“I’ve got one I’d like to frame, too,” he says, his suggestive smirk letting me know exactly what picture he’s talking about.
I blush at the memory, and Killian laughs, then he grabs my waist and leads me to the box where he bought us seats for tonight’s show.
When the show is over, we walk back to the hotel. He kisses me in the elevator, tangling his fingers in my hair and tugging my head back so he can kiss my throat.
He unzips my beautiful dress in the hallway on the way to the room, and it’s on the floor beside the bed a moment later.
I unclasp my bra and step out of my panties before I climb on the bed, then I turn to face him, still standing beside it.
I kneel there completely naked while Killian undoes his belt and tosses it on the floor. I want him naked faster, so I help unbutton his snowy white button-down as he undoes his pants.
He unbuttons them and rips open his shirt, but he was so dressed up, the process is taking too long, and he grows impatient.
“Back on the bed,” he commands, and I quickly obey. “Good girl,” he murmurs appreciatively, then he grabs me and tugs me closer to the edge, spreading my legs and kneeling on the ground in front of me.
I let my head fall back and my eyes drift closed the moment his perfect mouth touches my pussy. He kisses it like he would my mouth, and I feel arousal leak out at the tenderness of it.
It reminds me of earlier when his cum leaked out of me. When he took my picture. And thinking about all that turns me on, so I start touching my breasts.
“Christ, Brynn.” He spreads my pussy open and teases me with his tongue, sliding a hand up my bare torso so he can grab a tit. I moan as he squeezes it greedily, then teases my beaded nipple while he feasts on me.
My legs are trembling in no time at all.
He makes me come, and only then does he take the time to finish undressing.
I’m a puddle of happiness when he joins me on the bed. He locks his arm around me, yanking me close, then rolling me under him. I smile up at him, tangling my fingers in his hair.
The words almost slip out, but I don’t let them.
Just in case he doesn’t know he loves me yet. I don’t want to be the first one to say it.
He’s so handsome in the moonlight. He’s handsome in any light, but I want to remember this moment forever.
His mouth claims mine, greedy and aggressive, then he spreads my thighs, making room for himself between them.