Page 24 of Falling for a Killer

I’m almost there, just a little more. The blood flow slows to my head, I’m so close, and then...

“Killian.”

It feels so good my knees give out, but he keeps me upright, pinned to the wall by my throat until I finally stop.

His mouth crashes against mine in a bruising kiss, his teeth nipping my bottom lip until he draws blood and after he swipes it away he releases me fully. Slowly he backs away, water dripping down his face with his soaked clothes sticking to his toned body, and when he slips from the shower without another word, I nearly call after him.

I just told him what I fantasize about, wasn’t he listening?

Yet he bends down to pick up my panties and disappears, leaving me sweating and panting and completely alone.

I deserved that. I know I did. I said no, teased him and goaded him. He just proved yet again that he’s better than me. Better than most men.

And I’ve got no one to blame but myself.

Twelve:

Simmering

I’m not nearly as strong as I thought. Is it all women, I wonder, or just me? I thought I was above primal lust, that I was better than the animalistic men who fuck first and consider consequences later. But as I watch him instead of the movie he put on, I realize I’m wrong.

He’s sitting there with his legs spread, popping kernels of caramel corn into his mouth like he doesn’t have a care in the world and I’msimmering.

Simmering with lust, with irritation, with shame, with needs I didn’t even realize I had. It’s not just the sex that has me twisted. It’s the way he held my hand, the way he snuggled up against me. How good it feels to have genuine human contact that isn’t coming from someone with ill intentions.

How is he just sitting there like everything is fine?

When his eyes flick to mine, I catch a small smirk on his sinful lips before he eats some more. The fact that I know what he can do with that mouth is a crime. “Damn, that’s crazy. Did you see what just happened? Aliens came out of nowhere, huh?”

What? A glance at the screen reveals nothing, so I nod. “Yeah, that was crazy.”

Killian chuckles. “Want some of this? Come get some.”

Moving close to him is dangerous. Even his attention, however fleeting or mocking, creates butterflies in my chest. He was so possessive when we went shopping, so gentle and vulnerable when we laid in bed and he told me his story. He’s charismatic and charming, seductive and exacting.

I have a terrible feeling that this might be more than lust.

Yet like a moth to a very hot flame, I’m drawn forward, scooting across the couch until I’m close enough to grab a handful from the bowl in his lap.

“Did you like the aliens better or that blowjob scene?”

He’s doing that thing where his voice deepens because he knows the effect it has on me, but I don’t have a fucking clue what he’s talking about. I haven’t watched a single fucking second of this movie.

“Who said I had to pick?” I deflect. “Both were... good in their own ways.”

“Yeah, especially because neither happened.” He leans in closer. “So what were you watching, Roo?”

Fuck.

My eyes widen as my heart climbs into my throat. I should’ve just shut my mouth. “You,” I admit. “I was watching you.”

Setting the bowl aside, he turns slightly to see me better. “Were you thinking about our shower?”

Ourshower. The one where he ruined me and then walked away like he hadn’t done anything at all. “Sort of. I was thinking that you’re stronger than me. That I’m an idiot, and that this is going to be a very long year.”

“Mmhm.” He licks his lips and leans in, his face nuzzling into my neck near my ear. “I’m so much stronger than you, Joey. You wouldn’t stand a chance.”

That wasn’t what I meant, but god, if it doesn’t do exactly what he wanted it to. “You’re right,” I whisper. “I don’t.”

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