Page 35 of Falling for a Killer

Grumbling to myself, I take a super quick body shower with his soap, dry off, put a tampon in, and walk naked into his room to grab a t-shirt and a pair of his boxers. Since this is obviously his fault, he can deal with it.

When I come back out, he has the cookies we baked and some water resting on the coffee table. He’s sitting there with his legs wide, and a soft smile that tells me he’s happy to see me in his clothes. “Comfy, baby?”

He pats the couch cushion next to him, drawing me in. The pet names should scare me. The intimacy should scare me.These aren’t things you do with someone you’re casually fucking, and they’re damn sure not things you do with your kidnapper. But as I curl up into a ball next to him with my head in his lap, I find I don’t care.

I’ll take the comfort where I can get it, no matter how many strings might be attached. “Did you try one of the cookies?”

“No, I was waiting for you. This is a big moment for us,” he says teasingly, reaching over to get one so he can feed it to me. “Are you cramping?”

“A little, but mine always get worse at night.”

We both take a bite and moan at how delicious and soft the cookies are, and after we demolish two each, we make ourselves comfortable and his hand slides down my stomach to apply pressure exactly where I need it. “So did it start? Is that why you showered?”

I nod, licking a little bit of melted chocolate off my lips. “Yep. It was also a handy excuse to use your soap.”

Killian chuckles, his free hand sliding through my hair. “Well you look good in my clothes, so you can steal those whenever you want. Only fair since I steal your panties so often.”

“Mmhm. I’m running out of clean ones at this point, do I need to come get them back?”

“You might have to fight me for that lace pair from yesterday, but the rest you can wash.”

He put one of my favorite movies on for me and I can’t seem to focus on anything but his hands. They feel so good against my skin, so warm and comforting. Who needs a heating pad when you’re living with an overheated giant? “Mmhm,” I hum. “Keep ‘em all. It’s fine.”

“Nah, I can’t because then you’ll stop wearing them and sometimes I just breathe them in for comfort.” His fingers freeze against my scalp. “Let’s pretend I didn’t say that out loud.”

“Sorry, I can’t. No take backs.”

His movement begins again, and when I peek up at his expression, I find him smiling at the screen. “So I take it you don’t smell my boxers for comfort?”

“No, that’s not really a thing for us,” I laugh. “Armpits, yes. Boxers no.”

“So armpits are better than balls? What about after I chop wood?”

“Armpits on a hygienic man are infinitely better than balls on any man. When you chop wood, your natural scent mixes with your deodorant and makes me want to hump you.”

His gaze flicks down to mine and he bites his lip. “You’re welcome to do that whenever you want.”

“I would right now, but I’m grounded.” Raising an eyebrow, I tip my head back to look at him better. “I’m also on my period so I guess I couldn’t either way.”

“If you think that would scare me away, guess again.” He raises his eyebrow right back at me and then smirks. “Don’t worry, I’ll make you come before bed because I just read orgasms help cramps.”

Satisfied, I hum and snuggle a little closer to him. “Good. Now hush, you’re ruining all of Wat’s jokes.”

“Okay, I’ll hush.”

I keep my eyes on the screen even after his hand moves away, but when he brings it back my vision is blocked completely when he sets something soft on my face. The faint scent of chemicals makes me nervous for half a second until I reach up and feel a long, fluffy tail.

Bolting up, I pull it back and look directly into the eyes of the stuffed skunk we saw earlier. “What? You didn’t leave, how did you get him?”

“I got him when we were there, I just hid him in the basket. I was saving him for when Flow decided to visit so I could make you smile.”

I guess she didn’t wait long.

And here, I thought he was making fun of me for being a grown woman wanting a stuffed animal. Really, he just wanted to find a way to make me happy.

My chest tightens as I spin around and climb into his lap — not to kiss him or seduce him, just to hug him. “Thank you.”

He only hesitates for a second in surprise before his arms wrap around me tightly. “You’re welcome. He’s not sleeping in our bed though.”

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