“Zoey, what’s wrong?” I approached the side of the bed and rolled her onto her back so she was looking up at me. She avoided eye contact, so I knew she didn’t want to tell me what was going on.
“I can’t get comfortable.”
“Why? Are the cuffs too tight?” I immediately checked her cuffs and the leash to make sure everything was okay and she wasn’t getting injured from the restraints.
“It’s not that.”
“Then what?”
She let out a dramatic sigh and gave in. “I can’t sleep in pants. I’ve never been able to sleep in pants. Not even when it’s cold out. I don’t know why. It’s just uncomfortable. It’s why I wear long nightshirts all the time and nightgowns.”
I chuckled. “Is that it?”
“Yeah.” Her brow furrowed in disgruntlement.
“Easy fix, Zoey.” I grinned at her and pulled back the blanket before she could pull away. I lifted the shirt enough so I could reach underneath it to the button of her jeans. When my knuckles brushed against the flat of her stomach as I undid the button and zipper, she sucked in a sharp breath and held it as I pulled her jeans down her legs.
I gritted my teeth when I saw the simple purple cotton panties. I think the fact that they weren't meant to be enticing made them even more enticing. Just like everything else about her, it was simple and understated and yet somehow sexy as fuck.
With her jeans off, I pulled the nightshirt that had ridden up down around her knees and the covers back over her body before I lost control and did something stupid. Her shaky breaths told me the situation affected her as much as it did me, and I had a feeling her affliction matched mine and had more to do with desire than fear.
I turned from her and moved to the door, locking it and turning off the light. The bathroom light was on and the door cracked, leaving a sliver of light in the room. I took my gun and checked it before putting it on the floor beside the head of the bed.
“Can I ask you something?” Her voice was soft and muffled.
Chapter 20
Zoey
Iwaited until he switchedoff the light and the room was cast in darkness and I felt him sit before I spoke. My body was still buzzing from the feel of his fingers against my stomach as he took off my jeans, and I wanted to ask him if he felt it, too. It was on the tip of my tongue, but I chickened out.
“Yeah,” Killian grumbled after a few moments of silence as he laid down on the bed behind me.
“Where did you meet your friend?” I bit my lip and pulled my elbows as close to my body as the leash would allow.
“In a group home. A long fucking time ago.” His voice was raspy, and gruff, like there was a lot of history behind their relationship. Of course, I already knew there would be given what he told me earlier.
