Rae's POV
Killian's chest was still heaving when he rolled us gently, pressing one last lazy kiss to my swollen lips.
"You," he rasped, voice deliciously wrecked, "are a very naughty girl."
I giggled, high and breathless, and he scooped me up before I could protest, one arm under my knees, the other cradling my back like I weighed nothing. My arms looped around his neck on instinct.
"Where are we going?" I mumbled into his shoulder.
"To clean up my mess," he said, nipping my earlobe. "You made me lose control, kitten."
He carried me into the en-suite, the motion easy and familiar, and set me on the wide marble counter while he turned on the taps.
Warm water thundered into the deep soaking tub, steam curling up around us.
He tossed in a handful of bath salts that smelled faintly o
