Kept from You (Tear Asunder #4)

She arched into me, and I put my palm on her stomach to keep her in place, the ice now a pool of water that dribbled down her sides.

“I stayed away from you, so you wouldn’t be ruined by me. I couldn’t chance you getting hurt when you were made up of all the goodness I’d lost.” Two wet stains appeared on my blue silk tie over her eyes. “I didn’t want to care. Caring and losing again… I couldn’t do it. But I already did care, Savvy. It was too late.”

Her breath came in short gasps as if she was trying to stop herself from crying, while at the same time, trying not to be aroused by what I was doing to her body.

“What I said at the cemetery about your mother was cruel, but I didn’t know how to be nice anymore. I wanted everyone to hate me. But you didn’t. You believed in me. I don’t know why, but I felt it.” I tilted the glass and poured honey between her breasts and watched the thick golden sugar trail a path to her belly button. “When you left, I changed. And a lot of that had to do with you. And the guys in the band. The music.” I inhaled a deep breath. “I swore never to find you because I knew if I did, I’d never let you go. I needed you to come to me, Savvy.” I swirled my tongue around her belly button then followed the honey upward. “And you did. And this time, I won’t let you go.”

She blindly found my forearms and tugged me closer. “Killian. Kiss me. Please. I need you to kiss me.”

I tore off her blindfold and hooked her back, dragging her hard up against me. Then our mouths collided.

She moaned beneath my bruising assault. Her hands in my hair, the glass of honey forgotten as it spilled over her body between us.

I growled low in my throat as I crawled onto the couch, taking her with me so we lay on it together. The glass fell on the floor, forgotten. The ice melted in the bowl, forgotten. The honey sticking to our skin, forgotten.

But what wasn’t forgotten was the taste of her salty tears as I kissed her. The same as eleven years ago. And I couldn’t get enough of her.

It was dangerous, the way I felt about her. Powerful. Intense. Consuming. And yeah, it was obsessive.

“Fuck, Savvy. Fuck.” I growled as I stroked my cock up and down her sex before settling it at her entrance.

She held my head in her hands as I drew back and our eyes locked. Tears stained her cheeks as she smiled at me.

And it was a smile that lit her eyes and warmed my chest.

“I never forgot you, Killian. The orchid was a piece of you I took with me. I thought that was all I’d ever have of you.”

I kissed her again, and her hands slid down my forearms that kept me perched above her.

I tilted my hips and slid inside her. The anticipation, the constant arousal, the need… it finally interlocked into a wild craze of limbs and mouths.

Harder.

Faster.

Deeper.

I thrust, and she met my movements with her own. Our bodies smacked together, honeyed skin sticking each time.

We rolled right off the couch onto the hardwood floor, her on top of me, my cock still deep inside. The small of my back hurt, but it wasn’t from the landing, it was the glass I fell on that shattered and cut into my skin. But no chance was I stopping this.

I grabbed her hips. “Ride me, Savvy.”

She sat up, lifted slightly then came down on my cock.

Over and over again.

I watched as her head tilted back and her eyes closed as she rode me.

Fuck, I’d never get enough of this. Of her. And it didn’t even have to be sex. Just being with her.

I grabbed her ass with one hand, fingers in her crevice and it urged her on harder and faster.

“Yes,” she cried.

I gently applied pressure to her tight puckered ring and slowly the resistance eased and my finger slid inside.

“Killian,” she panted. “Oh, God. Yes.”

My finger slid in and out as she rode me hard on the floor. I met her thrusts with my own so I sank deeper.

“Christ, orchid. Christ.” Every muscle tightened as my orgasm exploded into a roar of firecrackers.

Her core squeezed my cock, thighs clamping and her fingernails scraped down my chest as she came, too, then collapsed on top of me, so her head tucked into the crook of my neck.

My finger slid from her ass, and she moaned and kissed the hollow of my throat. I wrapped my arms around her and held her to me until our hearts returned to normal.

“Have to move, baby.” We sat up together, her arms coming around my back.

I winced when she touched the glass embedded in my back. “Killian?” She scrambled off my lap to take a look. “Oh, my God. The glass.”

“Don’t move.” I climbed to my feet then picked her up in my arms.

I carried her into the kitchen and set her on the counter, but that didn’t last as she hopped off and ran into the bathroom. “Killian.” She peeked around the corner scowling, with a facecloth in her hand. “Come here.”

My girl had boss in her. I inwardly smiled as I strode into the bathroom and her boss became more boss as she took over. I remembered she had first aid training and she still volunteered at the hospital.

“Turn around and put your hands on the counter.” I chuckled, listening to her, but did as I was told. “God, I can’t believe you didn’t say anything.” She examined my back. “It looks like there are three shards in your back. Where are your tweezers?”

“Savvy, I don’t have tweezers.”

“Such a guy,” she muttered under her breath, and it was cute. “I guess you don’t have disinfectant either?”

I did because of my knuckles when I punched the bag too hard. I reached under the bathroom sink and pulled out the bottle and gauze.

“I’ll try and use my fingernails,” she said and put her hands on my waist firmly as if to make sure I knew this is where she wanted me.