Free KILLIAN: A Mafia Romance (The Callahans Book 2) by Glenna Sinclair Page B

died long ago suddenly came back to life. I shouldn’t want you, I know that, but I do.”
    “Maybe I should go back to Boston.”
    She wrapped her fingers in my shirt, shaking her head as she looked up at me. “Please, don’t do that. I’ve already lost so much, and I don’t want to lose you, too.”
    I groaned as I slid my fingers into her hair. “You won’t lose me.”
    “Please, Killian…”
    We kissed, a soft brushing of the lips. Then I pulled back, drawing her tight against my chest.
    “Go home. Let me take a shower and clean up a little. Then I’ll come over so that we can talk.”
    “Promise?”
    I nodded, as I kissed her forehead lightly. “I promise.”
    I watched her go, turning back to look at me several times as she limped down the stairs on that injured foot. I rushed into the bathroom, showering faster than I’d ever done in my life, careful to brush my teeth well, using more mouthwash than necessary. I felt like I was sixteen again, spraying cologne on my junk because I was hoping my date would be adventurous with her oral talents. Funny how you never outgrow some things.
    I picked up coffee and pastries at the little shop down the street. She didn’t open the door to my knock, so I dug out my key and let myself in, thinking she might be nursing that foot. But she was nowhere to be seen in the living room.
    “Stacy?”
    Concern made my chest feel tight. I went to the kitchen, then the powder room. The last place to look was the bedroom. When I stuck my head around the door, I found her. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, naked save for the thin blanket she had draped over her chest and lap.
    “What are you…?”
    “I thought we’d done enough talking.”
    “Stace, I don’t think—”
    “Tell me you don’t want me and I’ll get dressed. I’ll call Pops myself and ask him to call you home.”
    Just the thought of leaving her made my chest ache. I couldn’t. I couldn’t leave her; I couldn’t hurt her; I couldn’t allow anyone else to hurt her. I studied her; I studied the way her generous curves seemed to turn that simple blanket into the most erotic piece of cloth I’d ever seen. I wanted her in ways I’d never wanted anyone else. I wanted her more than I wanted to breathe.
    I crossed the room, cupped her chin in my hand, and forced her to look up at me.
    “Are you sure?”
    There were tears in her eyes, but she nodded.
    “Stacy—”
    “Don’t make me beg, Killian.”
    I dropped to my knees because the need I heard in her voice was just that overwhelming. I lay my head in her lap and wrapped my arms around her hips. She ran her fingers through my hair, a few tears dropping on my cheek from her beautiful eyes.
    It took me a minute to get control over my emotions. And then I kissed the bare flesh on her thigh, the warm bronze of her skin like brown sugar, the sweet touch of her fingers in my hair like the touch of an angel. I pushed her back against the mattress and slowly worked my way up, dragging my lips over her ribs, slipping my tongue around her nipple. I nibbled at her throat and tasted the sweetness of her jaw. And then I captured her lips and nearly cried out when she responded, parting her lips ever so slightly to welcome me inside.
    She wanted me. There was nothing better in the world than knowing the woman I loved wanted me.

Chapter 9
     
    Stacy
    I wasn’t sure what he would do when he came into the bedroom. But when he fell to his knees…my heart broke.
    This big, powerful man was awed by my gesture. What did that say about him? What did it say about me?
    Was I really sure I wanted to do this? No. But when he touched me, there was no doubt in my responding touches.
    He was in no hurry. His kisses lingered in a way no one else’s ever had. I was not the most experienced girl in the world. There’d been boys—there’d always been boys—but never anyone I wanted this close. Even Davis. I was hurt by the actions of my biological parents. It was hard for