Chapter Twenty-Three
“Nola,” Kieran breathed, pressing his lips to hers gently at first, then with growing desperation.
This is it. All we’ll ever have.
Kieran lifted her against the wall and pressed himself to her as his hands explored the bare skin of her back. Nola pulled herself closer to him, as though they could melt into one and the bridge would never come. She moaned as Kieran’s fingers grazed her ribs, sending pulses of pleasure trembling through her.
“Kieran,” she breathed, wrapping herself around him.
This is perfect. This is right.
“No.” Kieran stepped away.
Nola crumpled to the ground, hitting her head on the stone wall.
“What?” Nola said, blinking to see Kieran past the stars that danced in front of her eyes.
“I want you, Nola,” Kieran said, his voice desperate and s
