Save Grace by Rie Warren

Author:Rie Warren [Warren, Rie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-06-09T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

GRACE

AFTER THANKSGIVING, I KNEW beyond a shadow of a doubt Killian wouldn’t stay away long. From what I’d learned—all he’d told me in his succinct way—he wasn’t the type to just fuck a woman for the fun of it.

When I really thought about being with him, I realized it wasn’t just fucking at all. What we’d done had gone deeper, brought me more pleasure than I’d believed possible.

Mistress Bunny smirked knowingly every time she escorted Killian to my rooms. We’d kiss and we’d touch until want, desire, passion climbed up inside us, burning as hot as any fire ever could. Tongues writhing, lips caressing, hands feeling and discovering and teasing to the point of tortured arousal, we’d stop just short of making love. I wouldn’t have him that way in this room, on that bed, which Roark had sullied.

“Fuck.” Breath rushed in and out of Killian’s wide chest one night after I’d slipped my hand down the front of his jeans.

He rocked up into my hold, the long throbbing thickness of his shaft rising up from the open placket of his pants. “I want you so goddamn badly right now. Going out of my mind for you, Grace.”

I leaned over him, and flicked my tongue across the shiny weeping slit of his cock.

Just to taste him again.

I fell in love with his grunts. With the ruddy coloring of greedy arousal on his cheeks. With the hooded blue of his eyes.

And when it became too much—and it always did—we’d separate. We’d put our clothes back together. We’d sit and hold hands and talk, but nothing was definite, and everything was still so complicated.

The night he truly melted my heart was when he showed up with a sheepish grin, color already splashed across his cheeks in a rare flush.

“What have you done?” I’d teasingly accused.

“Who? Me?” He tried to look innocent, which he just couldn’t pull off.

Then he’d produced something from inside his jacket.

It was a tiny gift bag decorated in pastel bunnies, and tears had sprung to my eyes. My hands shaking, I’d lifted out a plush teddy bear with hand-stitched eyes.

Killian stood there awkwardly. “Not very practical, like one of those sucky-things—”

“A pacifier?”

“Yeah. One of those. But I mean, babies like cuddly things, right? And it was . . . cute or something.”

I’d flung my arms around his neck, squishing the teddy between us as I curled up to kiss him softly on the lips.

When Killian tipped his head back, his eyes shone brightly. “Guess that’s a yes then.”

So he continued, bringing me little trinkets like adorable baby booties and tiny little onesies. Books that when opened played nursery rhymes and a little knit cap covered in bright yellow duckies.

Just the thought of this big somber military man going into baby shops and picking up items for a layette . . . swoon. I bet he didn’t even know what a layette was—a thought that made me giggle. Yet I wished for nothing more than to be with him. To go shopping with him for all the special items a newborn needed.

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