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It doesn’t make sense that this man would care how I feel after…
I roll my shoulders back.
Nothing’s changed.
My mantra plays through my mind, getting less and less persuasive every day.
“Fine.” I snap back at him, earning a glare in return.
Good. It’s easier to see the line when he’s not being all sweet and shit.
Shoveling the cereal into his mouth, Killian doesn’t try to make any further conversation.
Grateful for the silence, I begin the task of my morning coffee, inhaling deeply when the rich aroma fills the air. Bringing the cup to my mouth once it’s ready, I take a sip. The flavor explodes on my tongue, a moan of appreciation slipping past my lips.
I jump as a loud clatter sounds.
Killian shoves away from the counter, throwing down his empty dish. My breath catches as he slowly turns toward me, eyes nearly black as his pupils have blown with desire. “Yousure you’re fine, baby girl?” He growls, chest heaving with each breath.
My body is frozen, I couldn’t say anything if I wanted to. He takes a step toward me and a shiver runs down my spine. Chuckling, he takes another step. “You have one chance to take it back.” He warns as he continues his agonizing approach.
I’m still unable to move or think a coherent thought. My fear mixing with the overwhelming need in me has given my desire control.
Not for the first time, I find myself replying without choosing too. Something in me desperate for this. For him.
“I’m fine.” I whisper, shaking as I clasp my steaming mug, a tiny shield between me and the man before me.
Killian closes the distance in one long stride. Reaching out, he gently removes the cup from my hold, setting it down on the counter before grabbing my arms to drag me against him. Leaning his head down, he murmurs in my ear, “Good.”
Chapter 16
Killian
“Good.” I murmur in her ear, relishing in the shiver it sends through her body.
Having her this close without being able to touch her has been an agonizing torture. Everything about this little minx has captivated me. Even as I try to fight against the pull, I can feel the desire to do so fading.
I knew she was on the other side of the process. She wasn’t aware but I’ve been keeping a close eye on her. Part of that involved checking the trash bins daily to see how her healing was progressing.
I suppose for other men the thought of inspecting the discarded bloodied pads would be off putting. For me, however, it’s nothing compared to some of the shit I deal with on the job.
Because I tracked her healing, I noticed when the pads disappeared from the trash several days ago. I also noticed the way Avamarie’s body stood straighter, the way her personality returned little by little as the lingering emotions dissipated.
The moment she confirmed it, giving me the green light for her body, my dick hardened. I can feel it pressing painfully against my pants as I run my hands along her body, relishing in all the soft curves I’ve deprived myself of until now. One hand snakes up under her shirt, finding her chest free underneath.
She whimpers as my fingers pinch her pebbled nipple. Growling, I smack her ass with my other hand.
Fuck I want her. Ineedher. But I can’t. Not yet.
The other thing holding me back has been the need for protection. I refuse to use a condom with her now and I don’t know what other option would be best for her.
Until she’s protected against my swimmers, you’re going to stay put.
I mentally chastise my dick. A thought crosses my mind, making a devilish smirk cover my face as my cock twitches in my jeans.
Just because I can’t fuck her doesn’t mean I can’t have her.
Bending my knees, I scoop her up in my arms.
