That's not all I'm eating.
My face flushes hot thinking about being on my knees and taking him into my mouth. And Killian between my legs, devouring me in the office after the morning rush is over. Nights in my bed after Chloe is asleep with Killian inside me, filling me up. We've been sneaking around like a couple of teenagers who can't keep their hands off each other – stolen moments in the office, in Killian's truck, in my bed.
Other images flash in my head, too.
Killian sitting at the kitchen table, his legs kicked out, leaning back in his chair the way he does, laughing as Chloe tells a nonsensical story about a bear and a chicken wearing a tutu and an invisible dog while I roll pizza dough on the counter.
Killian stretched out on his stomach on my living room floor, getting his ass handed to him by Chloe in a matching card game. Chloe cackling maniacally and shrieking when she beat him.
Killian leaning over and whispering during movie night. "I don't get it. So the mermaid lost her voice. Why doesn't she just write a note? Or get one of those little dry erase boards and some markers?"
Opal's voice interrupts my thoughts. "Of course I'm talking about Killian." Opal hangs her apron up on the hook on the wall. "I'm not just talking about him only being a permanent fixture in the store either."
I groan. "You're as subtle as my mother."
"I'm going to enjoy meeting your parents. Aren't they coming out to pick up Chloe soon?"
"After school gets out. She's going to stay with them for a week or two before summer camp starts."
"She'll love summer camp. Mary and Theo came down for two weeks for camp last summer and they gave my daughter grief about not being able to stay for the entire time."
"This is the first time she's going to visit my parents on her own," I tell her. "My mother may not quite remember what it was like to have a seven-year-old around."
"They make you feel young again. At least, that's what my grandkids do."
"Maybe my child is defective," I joke. "She makes me feel old and haggard and tired."
"That's not Chloe doing that," Opal retorts. "That's all the hanky-panky you and the Saint boy have been up to that's wearing you out."
"I'm pretty sure that hanky-panky is supposed to have the opposite effect. It's supposed to make me look younger."
Opal raises her eyebrows. "Maybe you've been doing it wrong."
"I have not been doing it wrong." I toss a towel at her and it sends a plume of flour through the air.
"Who's been doing what wrong?" Killian comes through the kitchen door.
"No one's doing anything wrong," I protest.
Opal raises her eyebrows. "I'm going home. Don't forget, the delivery guy comes today."
Killian smirks and I blush. I wait until after Opal leaves to say, "I can't make eye contact with the delivery guy anymore."
Killian snorts and smacks me on the ass. "He'd better not be making eye contact with you. Or looking at you anywhere. Better yet, he should just walk down here backwards with the delivery."
"You're a possessive Neanderthal."
"You're right." He slides his hand to the nape of my neck, pulling me against him and running his hand over the back of my skirt before yanking it up my thigh as he kisses me hard on the lips. My body warms to him immediately, heat flooding my core as his hand squeezes my ass cheek. I imagine him taking me right here, right now. He's apparently thinking the same thing, since he pulls away from me, his hands still holding me against his growing hardness. "There's no one out front, you know."
I laugh, my hand on his chest. "The front door is unlocked."
"I'll lock it," he says, his voice thick.
I glance at the clock. "And I have to go get Chloe."
Killian looks behind me. "You have twenty minutes before school gets out. And the elementary school is fifteen minutes away. Plenty of time."
"Are you offering me a whole five minutes of sex? God, that is so hot."
"It'll be the best five minutes of your life, woman." He grins at me, and I laugh as his fingers find their place between my legs. "Don't even lie. Efficient sex makes you totally wet."
The knock on the door interrupts him and I laugh as Killian scowls. "Delivery guy," I whisper.
"I'm really going to have to kill him."
I kiss him on the cheek. "I'm going to get Chloe. But I'll take a rain-check on the efficient you-know-what."
Chloe squeezes my hand tightly, shy in the midst of the chaos of people arriving at Killian's cabin Killian's brother Luke, his fiancé, Autumn and her child, Olivia, as well as Silas and Tempest and Elias and River.
River Andrews – the River Andrews – puts her arms around me and says she's heard so much about me. After she walks away, I turn to Killian and squeal, trying unsuccessfully to keep my voice down. "She's heard so much about me. River Andrews, the movie star, has heard so much about me??"
"She's been in a couple of movies, I guess." Killian shrugs. "I haven't seen any of them."