Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 52887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
"I draw attention because of my size." I can tell he doesn't care for that. "Now you, if you took your shirt off." His mouth pulls up on one side, giving me a smirk.
"Don't be smirking at me. That makes you even hotter. Actually, you're only allowed to smirk at me. No one else."
"Okay," he agrees readily. "Does that mean you'll remove your shirt now?" A small laugh leaves me, but Killian stands there, his expression not changing. Waiting.
"Oh, you're being serious." I should know he is. Killian says what he means and means what he says. It's refreshing and lets me know where he stands.
"Yes." He licks his lips as if waiting.
"Killian." Heat rushes to my cheeks. "I'm not all fit and stuff. Where you’re all hard abs and lines, I’m a lot of softness.”
"I don't want fit and stuff." He steps closer. "I want soft and sweet." Sure, a lot of girls might not be down with that soft part, but I am. I know I'm curvy, and I don't see that changing.
"So we're going to the next level?" I shift on my feet, shyness pushing in. I'm so out of my depth here.
"Is that what it's called?"
"I don't know." I shrug. "I've never even dated before."
"I don't date, but I want the level that lets me touch and taste all of you. What is that?"
"Well, I don't think it's necessarily a level. I mean, people meet at a bar and do the deed and never see each other again."
"The deed?" He tilts his head to the side, struggling to suppress a smile.
"You know what I said that time."
"I don't care about other people. I want to know what you want." He reaches up and rubs the back of his neck, giving it a squeeze. I get the sense that he really might be as obtuse about the situation as me. How that’s possible with the way he looks, I have no idea. That can't be right, but I'm not the best at reading people. I often trust too easily and give everyone the benefit of the doubt, or so I've been told.
"Killian, I've never had sex before." I thought I'd kind of made that clear last night when we kissed. Just like you don't have to be in a relationship to have sex, you don't have to kiss to have sex either.
"I am aware. I want to have sex with you. To be your first.”
"Ah!" I don't know why the small scream leaves me, but it does. "You don't just say it and it happens. You have to like be sitting on the couch with me." I point over to the living room area of the suite. "Then you slowly make moves on me. Maybe put your hand on my knee and your arm around me. Cop a feel. It builds from there." That’s how it usually works, not always, based off of some of the romance books I’ve read, but most times.
"I can do that." He walks over to the couch and sits down. I stare at him.
"Killian, have you had sex before?" I ask. "Wait, don't answer that." I hold my hands out in a stop motion. "I don't want to hear about you with other women," I admit.
"It would upset you if I had?" I nod. It actually makes me feel a little stabby, and I'm not a violent person except when playing video games. I'm not going to tell Killian about the stabby thing. He'll think I'm crazy. It's better for him to slowly learn about my oddness. No need to warn him that he’s only seen the tip of the iceberg. "It should not. I—"
"It doesn't bother you knowing about the men I've been with?"
His face darkens. "You said there's never been anyone." He stands. "Names."
I burst into laughter. "Are you jealous?" I bounce slightly on my heels, loving that he’s having this reaction.
"Homicidal."
"Homicidal." I snort. "There is no one. I was only saying I'm guessing you wouldn't want to hear about me with other people, not that there are, like, I don't want to hear about you with other people." I watch him relax.
"There is no one." He sits right back.
"I mean, like, ever. Not just this second."
"There is only you." I open my mouth to speak again, but he beats me to it. "Ever." I press my lips back together. "Sit, and I'll put my hand on your knee." I walk over toward him, not sure how to respond to what he said yet. I don't sit beside him. Instead, I brace my hands on his shoulders and sit in his lap, straddling him, making my dress rise up to mid-thigh.
Killian puts his hands on my hips but then moves them to my knees. It's the cutest thing ever, and I can't stop myself from pressing my mouth to his. That has him moving his hands quickly. They wrap around me and pull me more into his giant body as our tongues stroke against each other's.