Love Me (WITSEC #3)(41)

Keelan nodded. “You’re allowed to reach that moment where enough is enough and not tolerate anymore. But when you reach that moment is up to you.”

I sniffled. “I can’t give up on him.”

“Explaining to him that you’re done being hurt by him isn’t giving up on him.”

“What if he doesn’t respect that?” I asked.

He gave me a sad look. “I don’t know. But whatever happens, you won’t have to face it alone.”

I nodded.

“What are you cooking?” he asked.

I told him what I had planned to do for him to make life a little bit easier while he healed.

“You’re doing this all for me?”

Giving him my back, I started adding ingredients to a pot. “Isn’t that what you do for someone you love? Be there for them, or in this case, offer comfort the best way you know how in a difficult time?”

I heard his chair move before I felt his presence behind me. With an arm around my waist, he spun me to face him and held me against his chest. His eyes held mine. “You love me?”

I swallowed loudly as I did my best to find courage. “Yes.”

He gave me the happiest smile before leaning down to kiss me. It was such a loving kiss. Unhurried in a way that ensured every moment of it would be sown into my memory. The feel of his lips, his taste, the way he held me.

His arm moved down from my waist and under my butt before lifting me up. When he began carrying me out of the kitchen, I realized he wasn’t supposed to be doing that. I ripped my mouth from his. “Keelan! Put me down.” Even though he was carrying me with his good arm, he still had a concussion, and I didn’t want him straining himself by lifting me.

“I’m fine,” he argued as he walked us into the dining room.

“Put me down,” I said firmly.

With a sigh, he pulled out a chair from the table, spun it around, and sat with me straddling his lap. His hands roamed up and down my back before settling on my hips. “I’d planned on taking you to my room, where I intended to make love to you, but seeing you like this…” He rocked my hips with his hands, grinding me against his already-hard cock. “I’d rather you ride me in this chair.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and nipped his lips. “Oh, really?”

His fingers latched onto the bottom of my top. I assisted him in removing it by lifting my arms. He dropped my shirt on the dining room floor and my bra followed in the same manner.

Keelan pressed his lips to the hollow of my throat and licked his way down to the top of one of my breasts. His teeth came into play there, biting lightly as he made his way to my nipple. When he reached it, his tongue lapped over the hardened tip, making me shiver, before he sucked it into his mouth.

“Have I told you how much I love your breasts?” he asked as he cupped my other boob in his hand.

Sliding my fingers through his hair, I huffed a laugh. “I believe you have. But if you’d like to tell me again, I’m all ears.”

He tugged on my nipple with his teeth, making me hiss and arch my back. His tongue licked away the sting and then he pulled away, his hand taking over for his mouth. He weighed my heavy-feeling breasts in his hands before pushing them together. “I love them so much that one of these days, I hope you let me fuck them.”

Fighting a smile, I said, “Sounds messy.”

He gave me a dirty grin. “Oh, baby girl, I plan to make a mess all over these.”

I put my hands on top of his. “Are my boobs the only thing that you love?”

He grabbed my hands and brought one to his mouth. He kissed my palm. “I love your hands. Especially when they’re wrapped around my—”

Snorting, I yanked my hand away from his mouth. “Dirty Stone boy.”

His grin broadened and he recaptured my hand. He brought my wrist to his mouth and pressed his lips over the scarred flesh. “I love this,” he said. Then he brought my other scarred wrist to his mouth. He kissed me there, too. “I love this.” His mouth traveled up my inner forearm, right over the long, jagged scar that went from the crease of my elbow down to my wrist. He kissed me there and a breath shuddered out of me. “I love this,” he said again, and I had to blink away the burn in my eyes.

He kissed me on my shoulder, my collarbone, my neck, each of my cheeks, and my nose. Each time saying, “I love this.” The last place he kissed was over my heart. “I love this most of all,” he said as he pulled away to level his gaze with mine. “I love all of you, Shiloh.”

I sat there unable to speak because I was doing my darnedest not to cry.

He brushed my cheek. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t want to cry topless,” I said with a wobbly voice.

Laughter filled his eyes. “We wouldn’t want that.”

“Don’t laugh,” I said. “You’re supposed to look sexy topless, not a booger-y mess.”

Keelan snorted.

“Keelan,” I chastised.

He closed his eyes and cleared his throat. “I’m not laughing.”

“Yes, you are,” I said, and my shoulders involuntarily shook.

His eyes shot open. “If I can’t laugh, you can’t laugh.”

“I didn’t laugh.”