I wake up to Killian kissing along the nape of my neck. I try to pretend I'm asleep because it feels so good and I want him to continue, but I can't help the shiver that travels through me.
"Hmm..."
"Good morning," Killian says softly against my neck, then continues kissing and nipping at my neck. He gently rolls me onto my back and continues kissing me along my collar bone and up my neck.
I turn my head to meet his lips and we enjoy a long, slow kiss. Up until now, all of our kisses have been so fevered and intense, like we were trying to swallow each other whole. This kiss is so tender and different but it still stirs the butterflies in my belly. I can't hold back my hands from traveling all over his chest and up into his hair.
The slow nature of our morning means Killian is in no ru
