Page 20 of Killian
It was official. I was screwed.
Killian leaned down and swiped his nose over my jaw. Momentarily, I forgot to breathe because who the hell needed oxygen when a sexy man did such a quiet but powerful gesture. He felt my body relax under him, according to his smiling eyes.
I shook off the daze I had found myself in and sucked in a deep breath. “Seriously, Killian. I could have panicked and shot you in the head. Or cut you. This is ridiculous. Why are you in my house?”
He let out a small laugh. “We need to get you better locks and a security system in this place. It’s not safe.”
I felt my eyes narrow. “What?” He totally ignored the fact that I indeed could have shot him in the head or cut him.
“Babe. It was way too easy to get in here. Don’t like that shit.”
“You! You don’t like that shit? You?” My temper reached red hot. “Since when doyouhave anything to do with me!”
He smirked, and it pissed me off—more. “Since last night.”
My eyes rolled into the back of my head. “This isn’t cool, Killian. You can’t just show up at my house and get into bed with me.”
“Do you remember when you were at Shanagan’s party?”
This threw me for a moment and pulled me out of the here and now, forcing me to think back. When we were in high school, Bryce Shanagan had parties all the time. As in every weekend, even sometimes on the weeknights. With me being a freshman and having an older junior brother, I only went to a few. While Elliot and I were close, his tolerance to having his little sister around when he was trying to hookup was non-existent. Killian was with Elliot each time I was there, not that I was singling him out. Killian had a presence about him that always seemed to draw me in, even all those years ago.
Elliot didn’t like me attending and made it widely known, but that didn’t stop me one bit when I wanted to go. I was not some wallflower who did what her brother said without batting an eye.
Standing up to him usually caused a scene, making us the center of attention. I remembered the party that changed it all for me.
Once Killian got in on it. It was the last party I attended there.
“You threw water on me,” I accused, looking up into his dancing eyes. Yes. This ‘take what he wants man’ had dancing eyes. This was something new. I committed it to memory.
“Yep.”
“Everyone could see my bra through the white shirt.”
Killian chuckled. “Why did you think I did it?”
“You wanted everyone to see me?” This man was seriously incredulous.
“Isure did.”
Pressing my hands against his chest in hopes of getting him to move did nothing. “Well, you got your show. That was a great party.”
“If it was so great, then why didn’t you come back?” he asked, and I really wanted to punch him in the face.
It wasn’t that he doused me with water; it was the fact that since everyone saw what was under the shirt, way too many guys gave me their attention. While I was cool with most of that, one got a little too handsy. Which was something I never told anyone, but Bri.
For that reason, we never went back to another party there. It didn’t have anything to do with my brother or Killian or the water.
This was something I’d never tell Killian. It was one of those things that was smashed deep inside and locked away, never to be let out again.
“We just didn’t.” He stared at me for a bit too long. I actually found it difficult to keep my gaze up and barely managed. Whatever it was he saw, he let it go.
The deep sapphire in his eyes turned to iris as he didn’t waver in keeping his gaze locked on mine. “It was the first time I really saw you.” There was a raw honesty in his tone, but it wasn’t sinking in.
This was bizarre because he’d seen me tons of times. “What?”
His hands went to either side of my face, capturing me and gaining every drop of attention. “Saw you, Ellie. Beautiful. Smart. Sassy. Huge ass attitude. Always a charmer. Fight, determination, strength. The whole package.”
My eyes shut for a moment, liking and memorizing everything he said. “O … kay.”
