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“Mr. Killian. You’re here!” Silas barged into the house.
“Yes sir. I’m here for the night.”
Anne woke up when she heard Silas’s voice and called to him. He ran into her arms, and she hugged him tightly.
Before long, it was dinner and bedtime for Silas and Anne. It didn’t take a genius to see that she was drooping.
After saying good night, he settled down to find something to watch on TV.
He heard footsteps. Light steps. Killian woke instantly and jumped up from the couch. Damn, he’d fallen asleep. His bare feet made no noise as he started down the darkened hall.
A small body bumped into him.
“Oh!” Anne looked up at him in surprise. “You’re up.” She frowned. “I didn’t wake you, did I?”
Killian stepped back. Anne was in her skimpy pajamas again. He sniffed the air. Her light perfume tantalized his nose.
“No. I heard footsteps and came to investigate.”
“I was going to get a glass of water.”
She hadn’t moved away from him. They were so close, he could pull her into his arms, but he was here to guard, not hug or kiss. Although now that his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he saw her eyes softening. Anne wanted him.
She stepped a little closer. She gave him a small smile. Then her tongue darted out, licking her lips.
He leaned in to kiss her, held her head in his hands. He kissed her forehead and nose before heading for her lips. She drew closer, put her arms around his shoulders. Killian ached with the need to consume her mouth, but he needed to be gentle. Anne didn’t wait. She tilted her head and kissed him full on the mouth.
Killian groaned. Then he took control. He pressed his lips gently on hers. He teased her mouth with his tongue. She opened for him, and their tongues did that age-old tango.
Her body was now pressed to his. He could feel her soft breasts. Killian eased his hand under her top and rubbed her back. She was gently pushing him toward the bedroom.
“Mr. Killian, Anne! You’re up.”
Anne and Killian jumped away from each other and groaned.
“Silas, you’re supposed to be sleeping,” said Anne.
He rubbed his eyes. “I heard a noise.”
Killian sighed and looked at his two charges. “Anne, go back to bed. I’ll bring you a glass of water.” He smiled at Silas. “And you, little man, are going to get back into your bed. I’ll come stay with you until you fall asleep. Deal?”
Crisis averted for now. However, Killian wanted that kiss. He wanted more, but Anne was recovering from a horrific experience. They hardly knew each other. Besides, she was definitely not a one-night stand. He really needed to rethink this, but he couldn’t help the desire for her and that he wanted to feel her softness in his arms. He hoped patience was truly awarded to those who waited.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
On Tuesday night, Killian was at the shelter helping a woman learn how to brush off a surprise attack from behind. The woman was a timid thing. He was trying to boost her confidence and explain she couldn’t hurt him since he knew what she was going to do but that an attacker wouldn’t.
At the same time, he was keeping an eye on Anne. She took his suggestion and enrolled herself and Silas in the program. Silas bonded with another little boy in the class and was having a ball learning technique.
Anne was too gentle with Ben. He could tell she didn’t want to hurt him. Ben kept goading Anne, but it wasn’t working. Maybe another employee? Joe, maybe?
The lessons wouldn’t work if she didn’t believe in herself and wasn’t angry enough at what happened to her and Silas. It was not uncommon for the women to feel like that. There were nurturers, and there were warriors. Neither was right nor wrong, and anyone could fall in the middle.
Take, for example, Victoria Styles, the lone woman in KnightGuard’s merry band of men. She was tough but had a soft spot for women and kids. He wondered what her story was. Victoria wasn’t here tonight, but he’d seen her moves at KnightGuard. Killian sure didn’t want to go up against her. He’d win but would be licking his wounds for a while.
Same for Sam. She was small but had the mind of a warrior and the nature of a nurturer. Still, he wouldn’t want to go up against her.
Ouch! He was too much in his mind worrying about Anne, and the woman he was teaching used the palm heel strike and almost broke his nose.
