Rae's POV
The pool-house door clicked shut behind me, sealing out the world.
Killian was there in an instant-hands on my waist, pulling me against him, mouth crashing into mine like he'd been holding his breath all day.
The kiss was sweet at first-soft, desperate presses of his lips to mine, like he was making sure I was real. His tongue brushed mine gently, tasting me, savoring me.
I sighed into his mouth, hands sliding up his chest, fingers curling into his shirt. He groaned softly, the sound vibrating against my lips, and the kiss deepened-slow, deep, tongue stroking mine in long, languid sweeps.
The piercing dragged cool and perfect, making me shiver.
He kissed me like he was memorizing me-lips parting mine again and again, tongue thrusting deeper, then pulling back to brush so
