He asked for this.
“Fuck,” He groans, pressing his hips forward more so I purposely direct my attention to the length of him, the hardness bruising against my ass cheek as I lift my hands and slide them under my hair, pulling it away from my neck.
I swear I feel a teasing brush of his lips a second later, but it doesn’t last.
His breath is coming faster, harder, chest expanding with each sharp inhale. I keep moving, keep pushing him until I feel him shudder behind me, a pained kind of sound escaping from him.
My eyes widen and I don’t need to look to know what I’ve just done.
He freezes behind me which allows me to turn just as the music switches and my eyes drop to his crotch. The denim of his jeans is dark but not dark enough to hide the wet patch.
“Looks like you made a mess,friend.” I taunt him.
A look of pure devastation crosses his face, and I immediately feel guilty.
“Kill –” He’s shoving away from me before I can even finish his name, forcing the crowd around us to part for him. He isn’t gentle, he demands the space, and they give it to him and then he’s gone, leaving me standing in the middle of the dance floor.
What the fuck just happened?
Chapter Ten
Itried to call Killian, several times but he ignored every single one, as well as the texts I sent him. It’s still early in the morning, but I know he’ll be awake.
Me: I’m sorry.
Me: We can just forget it ever happened; it was my fault anyway.
One by one, each message I have sent since last night turns blue, showing he’s reading them so I wait for the three dots to appear. But they never come.
Me: Ignoring me won’t change anything. I will just annoy you until you reply to me.
Read immediately.No response.
I groan loudly in frustration. This motherfucker.
I feel awful for what happened, I pushed him too far but, in my defense, I didn’t knowthatwas going to happen. Getting him hard was one thing, making him come? Another thing entirely. It shouldn’t make me feel the power it does, but watching a man come undone without even touching him does something to me.
My thighs still ache, a craving I haven’t been able to satisfy, no matter how many times I touch myself. It’s an itch under my skin, one that cannot be scratched.
Me: Killian, please. Let’s just talk about it.
Texting him is useless but I’m not going to give up. I get he doesn’t like me for whatever reason, but this is ridiculous.
Sloane is still asleep, and the house is quiet and I don’t like it. I have too much time to think, to go over what happened again and again and it’s making my skin crawl with guilt. Leaving my cell on the table, I head for a shower and get changed, running through my routine quickly. I decide on a pair of Levi’s and a white t-shirt, paired with my white sneakers and then I’m grabbing my keys, purse and cell and rushing out the door.
I know exactly what will take my mind off all of this.
The drive across the city doesn’t take too long, it’s early and traffic is light and when the buildings turn to trees and the roads to rolling green hills, I let out a breath of relief. Dark clouds sit on the horizon, apromise of rain to come but for now, the sun is shining, chasing away the early morning chill.
The drive to Sebastian and Willow’s house takes forty minutes and by the time I input the gate code and roll my car up their winding driveway, it’s a more respectable time to visit. They did tell me I could stop by anytime, if they didn’t want me arriving at eight thirty in the morning, then they should have specified that.
I don’t knock as I enter but I hear them the moment I step into the spacious foyer, and I smell breakfast cooking. My brother’s raucous laughter echoes through the house, the sound of his happiness enough to send the guilt gnawing at my stomach away.
“Morning!” I call out chirpily, knowing they would have been notified of my presence when I punched in the code.
“Do you want breakfast?” Willow yells back, “There’s plenty!”
I walk into the kitchen just as she finishes her sentence, looking at where Sebastian cooks while Willow breast feeds Hope, her arms cradling the tiny baby as she sways gently.
