Killian's POV
As we ride back to my house, Naomi straddles me in the backseat of my car as we kiss. My hands are on her body, touching her in places only I am allowed to touch. She moans into my mouth and I grab her butt.
Fuck, I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe the woman I've always wanted is now mine. Mine and mine only. Tonight might not have turned out the way I wanted it to be, but it was the best night of my life. I get to have the woman I'm slowly falling in love with.
God, she was the most beautiful woman I've ever seen when I saw her earlier this evening in my living room wearing that dress. Red really did look hot in her. She just makes me love the color more than I can admit. She was irresistible, and I couldn't help but crave her more than I've ever craved anyone. Throughout the car ride to that art exhibition, I had to try and keep my hands to myself. God, it was hard.
Now, having her straddling me, with my hand inside her dress, touching her, and groping her everywhere, was a dream come true for me. I've spent days and nights thinking about how I can mark her mine and make her mine.
She walked into my life two months ago and stole my breath at first sight, and then she walked out on me with my heart in her hand. I'm willing to do anything for her, anything at all. I'm willing to follow her to hell and bring her back myself. I'm in love with her and I'm afraid to admit that to her.
I'm afraid of her reaction. What if she freaks out and avoids me for a while because I confessed my feelings to her? I don't want to lose her. I can't lose her. I'm willing and ready to do anything to keep her by my side, even if I have to buy the whole world for her.
The car pulls to a stop and Naomi scrambles out of my lap and to the end of the backseat.
I smile. Clever.
She smooths her dress and her hair as Alvin opens my side door, while my guard for tonight, Carl, opens Naomi's side door. She tells him thanks, always so polite as she joins me by my side.
"Park the car, Alvin, and call it a day, yeah?" I say to my driver. He nods.
"You too, Carl."
"Yes, sir."
I wrap my arm around Naomi's waist and lead her towards my front door. We enter the dark room and I call out to Goldie to turn on the lights. The lights went on and I'm kissing Naomi again. She kisses back, desperately, and hungrily. She kicks her shoes off and I pull her dress up a little. As our lips are locked, we kiss our way upstairs to my bedroom. I lift her off the floor and wrap her thighs around my waist as we continue to kiss. I climb the stairs, lip still locked and hands holding onto her. She runs her fingers through my hair, slips her tongue inside my mouth and I groan.
I don't know if it's the drink she drank back at the art exhibition, but she's bold tonight. She was even the first person who initiated the kiss the minute we entered my car.
Once we're in the safety of my bedroom, I place her feet on the floor and press her against the wall as we continue to kiss. She tugs at my jacket, pushing it off my shoulders in desperation. I help her and shrug my jacket off. My bedroom is dark and I'm too busy with my tongue tied with Naomi's to ask Goldie to turn on the lights.
Naomi moans into my mouth when I cup her breasts and squeeze them. I stop kissing her and start to kiss her neck, with her right thigh hooked around my waist.
"Oh, my God, Killian. I like that." She moans into my neck as I tease her neck, and down her breasts to her cleavage.
I push down one sleeve of her dress and she lets down her arm as she slips her arm out of the dress. I kiss her again on the lips, bringing her other thigh around my waist as I press myself against her crotch so that she can feel how much she's turned me on. I kiss her bare shoulder, pushing the neckline of her dress down to expose her breasts, but the lights go on and we both panic.
What the fuck?
"Killian." The familiar voice of my mother calls my name.
I place Naomi's feet on the floor while I shield her from my mom for seeing her half naked.
"Mom… What the hell?"
"Okay. I will pardon that bad language for now while I leave you two to get decent. I'll be downstairs." My mom says and leaves my bedroom.
I sigh.
What a cockblocker.
I run my hand through my hair and turn around to look at Naomi, she's smiling and already decent.
"Your mom, huh?"
"Yeah. I'm sorry she had to barge in on us like that. I wonder what she's doing here."
"Maybe checking on you. You have a shirt I can borrow?" Naomi asks as she walks past me.
"I can't believe she ruined that."
"We can always continue later when she's not around." Naomi says as she opens my closet. "A lot of clothes here, I don't know what to borrow."
I walk towards her and stand behind her as I wrap my arms around her waist. I kiss her neck and she melts into my touch.
"Killian, not now. I refuse to fall for that."
I laugh. "What?"
"Your mom's downstairs, waiting for you. For us. I want to properly meet her today."
I step away from her and remove a white t-shirt from a hanger and hand it to her. I hand her sweatpants too.
"This will be really big. The sweats."
"You can pin it. There are a few pins in the bathroom." I say. Naomi nods.
"So what's your favorite color?" She asks and steps into the bathroom.
I smile and start to get undressed.
"Why don't we do that when I take you out on a real date." I say.
Naomi doesn't answer for a while and I assume she's thinking about it.
"And when are you gonna tell me about your brother?" She calls out from the bathroom.
"I can do that today. And my mom's definitely gonna do that for me too." I say and get dressed in casuals.
I grab a T-shirt and pull it down my head. The bathroom door opens and Naomi steps out, wearing my clothing. The T-shirt doesn't look bad, but the sweats are funny. It's so big, it's rubbing the floor.
"I look hideous. I can't believe the first time I get to meet your mom, I have to meet her like this."
I cup her cheek and kiss her forehead.
"You don't look hideous, you look beautiful," I whisper to her and kiss her lips. "And my mom doesn't care."
She smiles and nods.
"Ready to meet my mom?" I ask her.
"Yeah."
I hold her hands and walk us out of my bedroom.
Mom's cooking dinner when we show up. She never ceases to be a mom. Sometimes, she gives Sebastian a break without my permission so she can cook for me, while she teases me about getting a girl who will do the cooking and not a cook.
"Oh, you guys are decent." My mother says as she smiles at Naomi.
"Sorry, you had to see us like that." Naomi says to my mother.
"It's fine, I've seen worse."
I clear my throat and give my mother a look. She pretends not to acknowledge that. I roll my eyes.
"Please, come and sit. I made dinner, rice porridge. It's a traditional dish we always make in Sweden." Mom says, holding Naomi's hand and pulling her to sit down.
I sit next to Naomi while my mother dishes out food for the two of us.
"So, what's your name, sweetie?" Mom asks.
"Oh, I'm Naomi. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Black."
"Please don't call me that. Black is my family name. I'm Karen. It's a pleasure to meet you too. I've heard a lot about you, you sure did a lot to my son." Mom smirks at Naomi.
She chuckles nervously.
"Did he tell you that?" Naomi asks.
Mom chuckles too. I just sit there and listen to these two women talk about me like I'm not in the room.
"Nah, he just wouldn't stop talking about you. I'm happy you finally gave him a chance. This son of mine has been lost for a while."
"Really, mom."
Mom smiles and pushes a plate of her traditional recipe towards Naomi.
"Please, enjoy yourself." Mom says and gives me mine too.
"Thank you, Karen."
With a small flash of her rare smile, we start to eat.
"So, how did you two meet?" Mom asks.
"Mom.. "
"I worked in his club. As a server, I mean. We met the day he visited his club." Naomi says before I can stop my mom.
"Wow. This is so beautiful. You won't believe I met his father almost the same way. Only, he didn't own a club, but I worked the bars and he just waltzed in, stressed and exhausted. We talked, I served him a drink and that was how it all started."
Naomi giggles. "That's really beautiful."
"Thank you. I hope he wasn't hard on you. Sometimes, my son always forgets every woman is different."
"Yeah, he did forget that for a while." Naomi says and turns to look at me. She winks at me.
"Well, I'm from Sweden. I'm pretty sure Killian hasn't talked about me."
"Yeah, he hasn't. Don't blame him." Naomi says. "I'm from New York, my mother is from Cuba."
"Wow. She speaks Spanish really well? I've always wanted to visit Cuba."
"You never told me that." I say. Mom glares at me.
"Just say you forgot." Mom retorts. Naomi chuckles.
"Right."
"Please, continue, darling."
Darling? Alright. They're already becoming best friends.
"My mom speaks well and she made sure we learned her language."
"We? You have siblings?"
"Yeah. An older brother and a younger sister." Naomi answers.
I eat quietly, quietly wishing my mom will stop with the interrogation.
"You know, I've always wanted a female child." Mom says at once and I give her a look.
"What happened?"
"Oh, Killian happened. I have an older son, his name's Keith and he's also getting married. I don't know if Killian mentioned that."
"Oh." Naomi turns to look at me and I shake my head.
"Mom, please, let her be for five seconds."
"Why? I'm still getting to know her."
"You'll know her, definitely not today. Some other time." I say, pleading with my mother with my eyes.
All of these details, I'm the one who's supposed to be telling her about my family, my life, not my mother. She doesn't have to hear that from my mother. I love my mother, but she's always too much.
"Alright."
"I'm sorry we have to meet like this, Karen." Naomi says, giving my mother a small smile.
"I'm really happy I got to meet you. I'm happy Killian has someone in his life. We usually have this family dinner. I'm going to ask Killian to invite you so we can catch up, yeah?" Mom says and stands up.
"Yeah, I'll really like that."
Mom smiles as she pulls Naomi in for a warm hug and pecks her cheek.
"You should invite her to Keith's wedding as your plus one. You should." Mom says to me as she pats my back. "I should leave you two alone. Just don't do anything I wouldn't do."
"We're not sixteen, ma." I say to my mother. Naomi giggles.
"I warned you. And Naomi, if he does anything crazy, you tell me and I'll deal with him myself."
"I'll sure do, Karen. Thank you for the food. It's really good."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it. See you, kids." Mom says and walks out of my kitchen. I hear her shoes recede into the living room.
"I can't believe she just referred to us as kids."
"You're still her kid." Naomi points out, standing up as she starts to clear the table.
I stand up to help her.
"I like her. She's funny and really sweet." Naomi says as she turns on the faucet after placing the plates inside the sink.
"She's trouble and sometimes she forgets we're no longer fourteen."
"All parents act like that. It's their own way of showing they still care about you. And they do." I watch her as she speaks.
"You should leave the dishes, Sebastian can do that tomorrow."
"I want to. And give Sebastian a break."
"You're beginning to sound like my mother right now." I say.
Naomi washes the dishes and I rinse. She wipes them dry as I keep them back inside the cupboards.
Once we're through with cleaning the kitchen together, something that I haven't done in a while because I have someone who does the dishes, cooks, and cleans the house, I wrap my arm around Naomi and pull her to me, kissing her neck as she melts into my kisses.
"Can you please spend the night?" I ask her, planting little kisses on her neck. "Please." I pressure her.
I have never begged anyone to spend the night before, they always do without me asking. There are a lot of things I need to learn if I want to be with Naomi. So many things.
I bring my head back to stare at her. She's thinking about it, pondering if sleeping in my house with me tonight is a good idea.
"We don't have to sleep in the same room. I can take the guest room."
"What good will that do? I guess it's the same as not spending the night at all."
"Right." I bite my bottom lip as I think of another angle to approach this.
"I really want to hold you tonight." I say as a matter of fact. " Tell me, what do I have to do to make you lie next to me tonight?"
"For a start, stop talking and come here." She says, gripping onto my shirt as she pulls me to her before she kisses me.
I'm taken by surprise, but I kiss her back anyway. With my body pinning her against the kitchen marble counter, I trail my fingertips on her skin. I slip my fingers inside my shirt that she's wearing and my palm comes in contact with her bare skin. Naomi whimpers against my touch and I slip my tongue inside her mouth as we kiss desperately.
My fingers linger on her stomach, brushing up towards her breasts, but I stop. I stop kissing her, with my hand still inside her shirt as she opens her eyes to stare into mine.
"Why did you stop?" She asks softly.
"If I don't stop now, I won't be able to stop. At least there's still a little self-control left in me, I should hold on to that."
Naomi smiles, her eyes filled with lust as she stares into mine. She brings her hand down, straight to my pants as she cups me through the material of my sweats.
"Fuck."
She runs her fingers on my member, teasing it before she squeezes.
"Now, who was talking about stopping?" She whispers.
God, why does this side of her turn me the fuck on every time?
"I want you to touch me, Killian." Naomi whispers against my neck as she touches me. And then she surprises me by slipping her hand inside my sweats as she grips me bare.
Fuck this shit.
I hold the back of her head and pull her into me as I press our lips together.