Page 12 of Killian
Ellie
My body jolted awake,and I knew instantly I wasn’t in my bed. I thought back to last night. The room was pitch black, but I could feel him. His warmth, his hard body, his even breathing; there was no denying his presence. Our legs were tangled, and I was half on top of him with my arms wrapped around his torso. Could you believe I wrapped my body around him like a damn octopus? Like I couldn’t get close enough to him. I was not a cuddler, always liking my own space.
But it was true. I did. And damn, it felt nice. He felt nice. Too damn nice.
Trying to move, Killian’s grip tightened in a way that felt instinctive. I guessed he knew I was trying to get away because his eyes were certainly still closed. The clock read nine thirty-eight. It was too early for all of this, but I needed to get up and moving so I could get to the bar, get everything ready for the night, and put this craziness behind me. While I normally started my day around ten and got to the bar at noon, I needed space from Killian.
“Mornin’.” Killian’s gravelly voice was damn sexy with sleep still intermingled with it. What in the hell was wrong with me?No, Ellie. Just no. Even though I would never admit it, I swore his voice was better than any cup of coffee I’d ever had.
“Morning. You ready to talk?”
His body shook as he chuckled. At least he was playful in the morning. Too bad this would be the last one I spent in this bed, and I couldn’t enjoy it. I was tenacious, and the time for our overdue conversation was now.
“Go ahead.” He nuzzled his face in my hair extremely close to my neck, and my body wanted to succumb to the desire he was inflicting. He appeared not to have a care in the world, all the while my body was getting totally uprooted by the second. “Talk,” he commanded, and I struggled to focus.
There were so many questions I wanted him to answer; this wasn’t going to be a fast run. I needed space. Being this close to him made my brain not want to fire on all its synapses, and I needed those with Killian. His touch was life fire.
I tried to pull away, but didn’t get far. I tried to pull my hands up and push him. Nothing. Not even a nudge. How hard and strong was this man? “Can you let me go?”
“No,” he said calmly. “You want space to shut me out.”
“This whole calm thing you have going on is pissing me off.”
He chuckled then pulled his head back so we were looking at each other. Even though it was dark because the shutters were still down, I could see a hint of the most beautiful sapphire eyes shining back at me, dragging me in and pulling me under.
No. Focus!
Taking in a steadying breath, I closed my eyes then opened them. It did nothing to break the connection I felt with him or to shut my body off.
First thing was break up the intimacy of this situation. “Can you please turn the lamp on?” I needed light to see him clearly and attempt to read something from him. I wasn’t getting any clues as to what would happen next.
He reached over without letting me go and flipped on the light. It was low and cast a yellow hue over the room instead of those bright LED lights that burned your retinas.
My breath caught. There wasn’t time last night to really see his face with all the running, driving, and yelling. Right now, though, I took in all the rough sexiness that was Killian Graham, and it was a gorgeous sight. He’d grown up since the last time I saw him, turning into a hunk of a man. My fingertips itched to touch his face and drag along all the contours. His jawline was strong, defined, and his lips were thin, but not so much so. In fact, subconsciously I found myself licking my lips and wondering what his would feel like against my own. His nose was a perfect balance in the center of his face. His cheeks were sculpted, and I simply wanted to feel every inch of the beautiful man in front of me. I clenched my hands to keep them in place. He smirked like he could read my thoughts. I ignored that and moved on to the pressing issue we had here and now.
“Are Bri and I actually in danger?” That was the most important of all the questions at this point. Bri and I had lives to live, and having someone after us would be horrible. We hadn’t done anything, but with the way Killian was acting, it appeared that didn’t matter.
I couldn’t stop staring at him. His face was perfectly symmetrical in a way I had never cared to notice in anyone before. Everything lined up in an exact balance. All of it gave him a gorgeous, yet dangerous look, and I had a feeling I wasn’t off the mark with the dangerous part.
There was a small scar in his left eyebrow. One would think it would be a shame to mar up a face like that, but all it did was make him even more attractive, more intriguing like you wanted to pull every bit of information out of him just to figure him out.
He smiled like he was reading my thoughts again, which I knew was impossible, but it sure felt like it. “My guess, no.”
I jolted back. “No? Then why…” His finger came up and pressed against my lips in a silentShut up. I’m not done yetmove. I shut up.
“The guys are still in lockup. The earliest they could post bond would be tomorrow afternoon. That being said, once they get out, there’s no way of knowing. While I doubt they have reached out to anyone on the outside, there is a small chance they have someone on the lookout.”
“So right now we’re fine?” I asked, slightly exasperated that he took things to such lengths when the danger wasn’t exactly present.
“Should be.”
I pushed on him hard and shouted, “Then why am I sleeping in your bed?”
“Because I wanted you here. Wanted you where I knew you were safe.”
How infuriating!
I wanted to tell him,Killian, your reasoning doesn’t make this okay!However, I didn’t give in to my frustrations. For now, I was going to let it go and switch gears. There was no dwelling and since I was safe, my ass was leaving. After I managed a few more questions. In the end, I had him literally beside me, so why not use the time to my advantage? I didn’t expect to have any other reason to talk to Killian, after all was said and done.
