“I was waiting to see how long it would take for you to finally look at yourself in the mirror,” he murmurs ever so gently, his hands flattening on my stomach.
I become very aware of his naked state.
“Kenyon,” I whisper, pleadingly for him to do something, anything.
“Are you sure you’re ready for me to touch you?” he asks, turning me in his arms and lifting me to sit me on the counter.
“I’ve been dying for your touch, Kenyon. I’m scared, though, that you see me differently. That I’m no longer good for you,” I utter, more tears spilling down my cheeks.
“Mo aingeal álainn, you are the only person I want. I just wanted to wait for you to finally let the tears fall. You’ve tried to be so strong, thinking you didn’t need to talk about what happened that day. I’ve been waiting for you to come to me.” A sob escapes me and I press my forehead into his chest, finally doing as I’ve needed to do and release the pain of what I endured. He’s right. I haven’t spoken about how I felt that day or what I went through.
When talking about it, I’d brush off the parts that involved me and talk about Ensley. Hatred for her seeps in, and I wish I could ask her why she did it. Then again, I don’t want to hear her voice. If I go the rest of my life without seeing or hearing from her again, I’ll be happy.
Kenyon scoops me off the counter and carries me into the room. “I’ve asked Lillian to take Ryland out for the afternoon,” he murmurs, laying me in the middle of the bed. Curling around me, he holds me until the tears finally stop, and my body becomes aflame with need for him.
Lifting my head, I meet his eyes and lean in to press my lips to his. The kiss starts out slow and sweet. Kenyon pulls back and looks deep into my eyes.
“Tell me if you want me to stop, mo anamchara,” he rasps huskily and goes about peppering my skin with heated kisses trailing down my jaw to my neck. He stops at my breasts to give each one attention, nipping and swirling his tongue around the nipple. He doesn’t do anything that might cause me pain. Not that anything he did would.
He’s Kenyon. The man I love.
Kenyon doesn’t know I heard him in the hospital when he thought I was asleep when he told me about how much he loved me. He told me about the contract for him to marry my father’s daughter and how he thought he’d gotten out of it. But that since I’m that woman, without either of us knowing at first, he wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.
At first I didn’t know what he meant by all of this, considering I’d been out of it. Once I realized what it was all about, I did and it brings a smile to my lips.
Thinking of my perfect man from all the books I’ve read in my life, it would be Kenyon. The perfect man is just that he’s not perfect at all. Instead, he’s the man who’ll stop at nothing to get you back when you’re taken. The same man who holds you in the midst of a nightmare and lets you keep stuff bottled up until you’re finally ready to let it go.
Kenyon’s mouth trails further down until he settles between my legs and swipes his tongue through my slit.
Shivers of a wonderful bliss sweep through me and I’m panting breathlessly by the time he’s done lapping up my juices when he makes me come. I should be embarrassed by coming so quickly, but I’m not. The pleasure is too much. He continues devouring me with his mouth.
“Kenyon,” I moan, needing more of him.
He must hear the pleading in my voice because one second he’s sucking on my clit, the next he’s climbing over me and his cock is sinking deep into the depths of my core.
I cry out in ecstasy while clawing at Kenyon’s shoulders. I beg him to take me harder. To fuck me with his cock, and he does just that. Throwing me from one orgasm straight into another. Screaming his name as I dig my nails into his flesh.
Kenyon follows me over the edge into the abyss with a shouting of my name as he stills seated fully inside my pussy. His cock twitches as he comes.
“Fuckin’ beautiful seeing you like this, mo aingeal álainn. I can’t wait to see you do that again. Shit, I think I’ll keep you right here all afternoon and savor what I’ve missed for so long. I love you, mo anamchara. You’re my world right alongside Ryland,” he rasps gravelly.
Smiling at him, my heart beats rapidly with pure happiness at his declaration.
“I love you too, Kenyon. You and Ry are my world as well, and I’ve been so scared you’ll want to push me away after what happened,” I whisper honestly, finally telling him my deepest fear.
“Enya, you are all I want besides my son. If I didn’t have you, I’d be missing a part of my heart. I’d be half the man I am without you and I don’t ever want that to happen. You’re entangled in my soul,” he declares before capturing my mouth for another kiss.
With him still seated deep inside me, I tilt my hips to rock them in a grinding motion as he deepens the kiss.
Time for more.
It’ll always be time for more. I love this man even though I didn’t get to say it to him. He’s right about his soul entangled with mine because I can feel it to the depths of my being.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Chapter 20
Kenyon
Climbing out of my car, I stand straight. I’ve spent the past two days secluded at home with Enya, reconnecting in a way I’ll
