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“Shit.” As he tried to get the boat cranked, I headed to the rear, only to see a wisp of smoke flowing out from the motor.
“Uh, Killian?” I glanced over my shoulder and nodded at the rising smoke. “I think we have a problem.”
“Motherfucker—” Killian rushed past me to get a good look at what was happening, and then he let out a long string of curses.
“Oh come on,” I said, sidling up beside him. “Don’t tell me you didn’t plan to get me all alone and then get us conveniently stranded.”
Killian gave me a side-eye as he groaned. “I wish I could take credit, but no. Fuck.”
“That’s too bad. I don’t suppose they have a coast guard in Australia…” I pulled my cell out of my shorts pocket and searched boat rescue in Sydney Harbor, and when several options came up, I hit the number for the first company. As I waited for the line to connect, I glanced back at Killian. “Looks like you owe me more than lunch now.”
Eighteen
Levi
KILLIAN MICHAELS. WOW. For the past few months, I’d put up a gallant effort in resisting his charms, but this afternoon, he’d turned out to be a revelation. Not in the sense that he was smooth as whiskey, sexy as sin, and pretty much everything I could ever want in a man. But in the way that he apparently felt the same exact way about me.
I mean, I wasn’t blind—I’d known that Killian was interested in me. I’d felt it in every nerve of my body whenever he looked my way. But when he’d flat-out confessed to waiting months for a chance to have me? Holy shit. Nothing could’ve shocked me more.
Killian could have anyone. Literally anyone he wanted. Yet he’d rejected all of those offers for a chance at a date with me. As if that wasn’t enough of a stroke to my ego, the way he was currently staring at me from across the table added enough pressure to make sure my dick felt it too. I shifted on the seat, and a confident smile stretched across Killian’s full lips. I automatically remembered the way they’d felt against mine, and couldn’t wait to feel them again.
“Will this table be okay, Mr. Michaels?” When we’d arrived, Killian had asked the hostess for the most private table they had, and while I knew it was so he wouldn’t get hounded all night, a part of me also liked to think it was because he didn’t want anyone interrupting our time together.
Killian kept his eyes on me as his feet found mine under the table, then he nodded. “This is absolutely perfect.”
Jesus. That unwavering focus? That complete and total attention he was aiming my way? It was potent as hell, and while I’d always known if I gave in to Killian I was going to have a hard time keeping the upper hand, I didn’t expect it to happen five minutes into dinner.
It was as though the second we’d stepped off the boat and our maritime adventure was behind us, Killian switched from the embarrassed sea captain back to the charming, confident rock star I found nearly impossible to resist.
As the hostess hurried off to find our waiter, Killian leaned forward in his chair and rested his arms on the table. With his face sun-kissed from our…extended afternoon on the bay, Killian’s thick hair was swept back from his face, and the flickering candle on the table only enhanced his striking features. He’d never looked more attractive.
“What are you thinking about?” Killian’s honey-toned voice floated across the air and wrapped around me.
“What makes you so sure I’m thinking about something?”
Killian knowingly smirked. “You have this look in your eye…”
“And what look’s that?”
“Hmm.” Killian pursed his lips and rubbed a finger over them, and if his goal was to draw my attention there, he succeeded. “I’m still deciding, but it’s something…hot.”
He wasn’t wrong. He was hot. But deciding to play with him a little now that I had the freedom to, I said, “Sure you aren’t talking about what you’re thinking?”
Killian chuckled and sat back in his seat, his eyes roving over as much of me that he could see. “I mean, that’s a given. I haven’t exactly made it a secret that I want you.”
“No,” I said, reaching for the menu. “You haven’t.”
Killian eyed me as I flipped it open and made a valiant effort to read the items on the page. “Sooo? What are you thinking about?”
I glanced over the top of the laminated list, and as I drank in the stubble lining his strong jaw, I finally gave him what he was asking for—an honest reaction. “I’m thinking about all of the things I’d do to you—if I wanted to.”
Killian’s mouth fell open, that answer clearly not what he’d been expecting. But he quickly regrouped. “Such as?”
