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Why else would I have fallen for you?
Why else would I be looking for reasons to stay while trying to leave?
I’d made it to the edge of the bed before we somehow found ourselves spread across the entire thing, tangled up in each other and talking about Kieran’s earliest memory training with knives.
He was three and had already been training before that.
And I thought my parents were crazy.
A pang hit where my chest was already aching.
Momma.
I have to go. I have to leave.
Kieran’s muscled body stretched over mine to grab one of the smaller knives he’d been showing me a trick with, and my body automatically responded by arching against him.
Stop me from leaving.
Kieran groaned and dipped his head to bite my shoulder, his hips grinding against my butt, his thick length teasing where I was still bare.
A whimper escaped my lips and I lifted my hips to meet him.
Take control, I silently begged. Fight the demon that’s waiting for me.
“Jesus, you’re going to be the death of me,” he whispered against my skin then sat on his knees to run his hands over my back.
The light weight of the knife settled on my spine as his hands continued to race down, down, down.
He gripped my butt and ran his thumbs over that forbidden place, making me shiver with heat and forcing a plea from me.
“Fuck, Jessica.” His thumbs teased me once more before he scooped up the knife and pulled me up so I was kneeling with him. His mouth went to my ear, his voice low and husky. “One day, I’m taking this.”
His promise was emphasized by the slightest pressure of his erection against me. A bone-deep shudder ripped through me, and I might have whimpered. My legs trembled as his seductive words replayed in my mind.
I wanted to shy away from the thought, and I wanted to beg him not to wait for another day.
I gripped his hair and arched my body. My heart racing from my nervousness and anticipation.
He grabbed my hand, brought it around to press a kiss to my palm, and pressed the other flat to my belly, bringing my body flush with his. “We’ve experimented with your demons enough today.”
The air fled from my lungs in a rush as disappointment coursed through me.
His mouth ghosted down my arm and over the marks he’d left. “I’m sorry.”
I knew from the depth of his apology that it was for the bruises and not the tease.
My head shook in wonder and amusement.
Glancing over my shoulder, I joked, “You know, for someone so terrifying and murderous, you’re probably the most apologetic guy I’ve ever met.”
Despite the lightness of my tone, he stilled. His eyes met mine and searched them as that calm fury stole across his features.
“I never was,” was all he said before he released me and climbed off the bed.
“Wait,” I turned and reached for him, grazing the tips of his fingers as he moved from me without looking back. “Kieran.”
A shudder rippled through his muscled back when I said his name, but still he didn’t turn as he reached his dresser and pulled out a pair of shorts.
