I watched as beads of hot water slid down his back and over his taut backside. He was beautiful and sculpted like a freaking Greek statue. Michelangelo missed out using David as his muse because David had nothing on Killian. Not from the back view or from the front.
With great difficulty, I suppressed the moan that I felt building in my chest. My body was on fire for this guy, and he knew it. That’s why he kissed me twice and slipped in sexual innuendos anytime he wanted. He knew exactly how he affected me.
It was a surprise to learn how much I really affected him, though. As I watched his back, I noticed that there was only the slightest movement of his right hand. It occurred to me then that he was stroking himself.
I should turn away. This was something I should not be watching: I wasn’t a voyeur or a peeping tom, and I definitely wasn’t experienced enough for a man like Killian. But I sat there quietly, watching him. Waiting.
It occurred to me I should have felt guilty for watching him, but he said there would be no privacy between us. That worked both ways.
“I can tell you’re watching me,” he rasped out, and I jerked. My eyes that had been on his shoulders and his ass jerked to his face, which was still facing away from me.
“How did you—”
“Your breathing changed,” he said, finishing my question without turning around or stopping his movements. “I’ve been hard as a fucking rock since I first kissed you, and I couldn’t take it anymore. Putting those cuffs on you...holding this fucking leash... having your eyes on me...”
I watched as he visibly shuddered, and a low grunt was pulled up from deep in his throat.
“You do not know how much I fucking want you, Zoey, and the money has nothing to do with it.”
I didn’t know what to say to that, and I didn’t know if I could believe him—even if I wanted to.
Chapter 17
Killian
Iwrapped a towel aroundmy waist and led her by the tether into the bedroom. It was a dick move getting the leash out, but I couldn’t keep touching her, and I didn’t want to leave her hooked to the bed either. There was too much temptation in both scenarios, but she didn’t know that.
When I told her privacy would not exist between us, that wasn’t a lie either. Once Donovan went back to Houston, she wouldn’t be going to the bathroom alone, let alone showering by herself because I didn’t want to give her the opportunity to escape. Whether or not she knew it, Zoey had a price on her tail, literally.
I was getting everything all out in the open from the start. Letting her know that everything she was going to go through, I’d be going through it, too. Unfortunately, until this was over, and she was safe, she was my captive. Until I had the proof, I needed to show her that there were worse fates than being in my hands. I had to assume she was going to run right back into danger if I let her go, and that wasn’t a risk I was willing to take.
“Did you want a shower tonight?” Part of me begged her to say yes, and the other part pleaded for her to say no because that would be torturous to go through.
“No,” she snapped at me and stood as far away from me as she could get. The leash pulled tight as she stood against the far wall, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. I glanced over at her; the side of her shirt had gotten wet as she sat on the edge of the tub.
Her cheeks were flushed pink from either embarrassment or desire, it was hard to say on that alone, but with her nipples poking against her shirt the way they were and coupled with how restless she was, I would say she was probably turned on and hating herself for it.
