Chapter 19
Killian
Iwalked away fromthe door while she was taking care of her needs. The situation wasn’t her fault, and I knew it was hard on her. Hell, it was hard on me too, but in a completely different way.
My gray sweatpants did little to hide my desire for her. Once she was in the bathroom, I adjusted my dick so it wasn’t so obscenely obvious. Her body was so close to mine, and her delicate hands were on my chest. Those doe eyes were so full of innocence, and the fire banked within.
I meant every word I had told her. Most women in my life were temporary. They came with an expiration date, and that expiration date was usually the next morning because I could never see myself beyond with any of them. It was different for me to want someone—to crave someone—so much that I was afraid of losing control. Zoey had a way of making me feel out of control, and she had no fucking clue how close I was to slipping.
To give myself something to do, I grabbed the toothbrushes and toothpaste before going back to the door to wait. When I heard the toilet flush and the sink turn on, I knocked.
“I’m finished,” she called out.
I opened the door and saw her standing at the sink washing her hands—the cuffs were sitting on the sink beside her. She was wearing the long pink and gray nightshirt over her jeans. If we were a couple, I would insist she take the jeans off so I could feel her legs entwined with mine through the night, or so I could slip my cock into her warm, welcoming heat.
“Here.” I held up the brand new toothbrushes. One was red and one was pink. She gave me a sassy smile before she plucked the red one from my hand. “Seriously?”
“Oh yeah. Pink is very manly.”
I let my eyes travel from her head to her toes, stopping on her lips, breasts, and between her thighs. “I do like certain shades of pink.” Her cheeks flushed another shade of pink that I’d become fond of letting me know my words hit their mark.
“Thank you for letting me have a moment,” she said softly, turning away from me and back to the sink to brush her teeth.
I grunted and let her change the subject. Tension was building back between us as we prepared for bed. “You done?” I asked after we both spit the excess from our mouths and rinsed.
She laid her toothbrush beside mine and picked up the cuffs, handing them to me. The act was one of submission—of trust. “Let’s go.”
I led her into the bedroom and put the cuffs on the bed, then removed the duffels, setting them beside the wall and out of the way.
“Wrist,” I commanded, grabbing one cuff from the bed. “Eyes on me, Zoey.” I gave her the instruction so she wouldn’t think about the fact that she was being tied up for the night.
My teeth clenched with the need to mutter approval at her quick obedience. She was so fucking soft and strong, and damn, this was going to be a long fucking night. Hopefully, this would all be over tomorrow. Hopefully Michelsen would step right into the trap I laid for him, and I’d be able to give her the proof that I only meant to protect her.
That it mattered so damn much should have bothered the shit out of me. With any other woman, it would have.
I grabbed the second cuff and placed it back on her other wrist, and linked the two together before grabbing the leash and hooking it on the link. “It’s so you have some mobility during the night, and you can move your arms some,” I explained at the pained expression that flashed in her eyes.
“Oh. Thank you.”
Christ.She’s not your sub, Dumbass,I lectured myself, but myself and my cock weren’t listening as I guided her to lie on the bed and used the leash to loop it around the headboard a few times and then tied it off on itself. She had enough slack to turn in the night if she needed and so her shoulders wouldn’t be sore in the morning.
“I’ll be right back,” I told her quietly and went into the bathroom to take a piss and wash up before bed. After a quick check in with Donovan, I came back into the room to find Zoey trying to get comfortable.
“What’s wrong?” I asked quickly, drawing up short as I walked into the room. Her legs were rubbing back and forth listlessly under the blanket.
“It’s nothing,” she muttered even as she kicked her legs again.
