Fighting Fate (Fighting #7)(52)

I run my fingers through his hair, holding him to my neck in a firm request.

He chuckles. “You like that, huh?”

I moan and arch my back. The sheet falls below my breasts, and they meet the firm warm planes of his pecs. “Don’t stop.”

“Thought you wanted to watch Chris What’s-his-name?” He smiles against my ear before kissing a path down between my breasts.

“Who?”

Another deep chuckle vibrates against my skin. How is it that the simplest things he does can be so sensual?

He continues his path downward, kissing, nipping, and licking my skin until he settles between my legs.

I’m pretty sure Chris Pratt saves thousands of tourists from being annihilated by dinosaurs, but lost in Killian, I don’t watch a single second of it.





Seventeen





Killian





I’m a creepy bastard.

I know I am, and yet, I can’t stop staring at her.

I’ve woken up every couple of hours throughout the night to feel her naked and pressed to me, and each time I was compelled to watch her—just to stare at her face, lips parted, dark lashes fanned against her creamy skin, and all that hair tossed around her face from hours of love-making. She’s beautiful.

I always thought if I were lucky enough to get Axelle naked and in my bed I’d spend all night staring at her gorgeous body, and I’m not gonna lie. I did that too. But the most captivating part of her, which surprised even me, is how her expression softens in sleep. It makes me realize just how much worry she must carry around every day. Like she’s tiptoeing through each day with the fear that one wrong step will have devastating repercussions.

The thought makes my chest ache.

“How long have you been staring at me?”

I rip my gaze from the curve of Axelle’s hip to meet her sparkling blue eyes still swollen from sleep. “You want the truth?”

She reaches forward and puts and X over my heart with the lightest brush of her fingertip. “I only want what you promised.”

I shrug one shoulder and hold off the heat I feel rising in my cheeks. “Off and on for most of the night.”

“Huh.” Her brows drop low.

“You think I’m creepy.”

“No, it’s just…we must’ve been on opposite shifts then because I’ve been up staring at you off and on for most of the night.”

A slow grin pulls at my lips. “No kidding?”

Her hand slips into my hair just above my ear, and her thumb brushes my forehead. “You look so much younger when you sleep.”

I grimace. “That’s not good. Are you sure you don’t mean I look so much studlier when I sleep?”

She pushes up and rolls on top of me, straddling my hips. “Definitely studlier.”

I run both my hands from her hips, brushing the sides of her breasts then settling on her shoulders. “We should eat.”

“We just woke up.”

“It’s ten o’clock.”

Her jaw drops open, and her eyes dart to the clock on the cable box. “Holy shit!”

I push up and over to flip her back to the bed. “I’ll cook.”

With a kiss to her lips, I snag my sweatpants and head to the kitchen to throw together some breakfast. “Eggs and toast okay?”

There’s a rustling of sheets, and I turn to see her snuggled deep into the comforter with her eyes on me. “Yes, are you sure I can’t help?”

I prop my arm on the top of the fridge door. “Depends. You gonna stay naked if you help?”

She grins. “Probably not.”

“Then no.” I pull a carton of eggs, whole-grain bread, and butter from the fridge and get to making breakfast. “You should check your phone. I thought I heard it early this morning.”

“Oh yeah, good idea.” She hops out of bed, and I make it a point to stop what I’m doing, lean back, and enjoy the show as she crosses to her bag and digs out her phone. Once she’s back in bed and covered, I get back to work.

Will I ever get tired of seeing her gorgeous body in my place?

No.

“My mom called twice.” She hits a few buttons and presses the phone to her ear.

I pour two glasses of orange juice.

“Hey, Mom, I saw I missed a couple calls from you?”

I scramble eggs while she answers questions about school, her car, and gives a few “yeahs” to unknown questions. I’m plating eggs and buttering toast when she finally hangs up the phone.

“Everything okay?”

I’m sorry to see her hop out of bed and reach for her sweats and shirt from last night. “Yeah, everything’s fine.” She smiles at me, and her eyes widen when she looks at the plate in my hands. “Killian, that’s like a dozen eggs. That’s not for me, is it?”

I reach behind me and grab her plate with only two eggs on it, then set it down on the table. “Oh, that’s better.” She grins, drops into her seat, and looks down at the plate. Her nose scrunches up and she reaches for her juice.

I fork a bite of eggs into my mouth and chew. “What?”

“Oh, um…nothing.” She spears a tiny ball of egg on one fork tine and forces it between her lips. “My mom needs me to babysit Jack today. Blake had some last-minute thing at the training center, and she made a hair appointment. Shouldn’t be more than an hour.”