Page 46 of Pretty Threats

When we reach Killian’s house, War and Jamie are loading a trunk into the back of the SUV. Killian gets out of the Corvette, holding up a finger for me to wait.

He strides over and speaks to them for a few moments before he comes around the car and opens the passenger door.

I wrinkle my nose at the smell of fish and diesel. The river is pretty, but it doesn’t smell the best. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah. They have to go out of town for work.” He reaches behind me to close the door.

“Were you supposed to go, too?”

“No, it’s a two-man job. Which is good, because it means I get to stay home with you.” Resting a hand on the small of my back, he guides me toward the house.

“You don’t have to stay. You can trust me, Killian. For the next couple of days, I’m going to stream movies and read books on film-making around the clock to prepare.” Shaking my head, I can’t suppress my smile. “I can’t believe this is happening. I really can’t.”

Inside the house, Killian locks the door. “I’m glad your hard work is paying off.”

I set my bag next to the dark teal sofa thats cushions look like marshmallows. It will be a good spot to stretch out while I’m reading. With a lingering smile, I cross to the square windows overlooking the waterfront. Outside, the lot is empty except for Killian’s car.

“They’re already gone.”

“Yeah, they said they were rolling out.” Killian jogs over to the staircase and goes up.

From the bottom, I watch him check that the upstairs exterior door is locked.

When he comes back down, he punches something into the security keypad. “If we decide to go upstairs later, remind me I turned on the motion sensors for the top floor.”

“Okay.” It’s a testament to how thrilled I am at the internship that I don’t fixate on the need for such tight security.

Killian strides to me and unexpectedly lifts me off the ground. I grab his shoulders to steady myself as he swings my legs up to cradle me.

Fingers digging into his shirt and slightly out of breath from surprise, I stare at him. “What are you doing?”

“Taking advantage of the situation.” At his bedroom door, he kicks it open wide, strolls in, and drops me on the bed.

“What exactly are you thinking?” My speech is measured because I’m half interested and half wary of where I think this is headed.

Without a word, he pulls off his shirt. “For once, we can be as loud as we fucking want.”

The abrupt change of plans is startling, but I can’t resist looking at him. After staring at his pecs for several beats, I allow my gaze to lower to his six-pack. As he unbuttons his jeans, my eyes move to his hands and the hair that disappears under his zipper. He’s the kind of gorgeous that ends up in photography coffee table books, and my body burns with heat because he’s so damned beautiful.

This is definitely not what I should be feeling, but having the freedom to admire his body is new and liberating. At Marianne and my dad’s place, we had to be so careful.

And the timing of my forgiving Killian for his past misdeeds feels right because I want to encourage him to remain on his current path. The way he acted today shows he’s turned a corner. He knows what he did last year was wrong, and he’s going to control himself from now on. No more violence against innocent people. As proof, he managed to remain polite during the Malenus meeting and even smiled afterward. That’s incredible for Killian because I’m sure he must have been jealous when I gushed over Owen Malenus. I unintentionally tested Killian’s resolve, and he passed the test.

His voice is low and sexy when he asks, “Finally gonna look at me?”

I nod, sucking on the corner of my lower lip.

Without hesitation, he uses his feet to remove his shoes and socks and then shoves his jeans and underwear off. His cock is long and thick and already standing up.

I look him over completely, the thick bands of muscles in his thighs, the angles made by his muscles and hip bones, and the parts of him I’ve touched but never seen.

“You’re really so…” I move my index finger in a circular motion, wanting him to turn, as though he’s a piece of sculpture in a museum and I need to get a three-sixty view to fully admire him.

“Afterward.” He stalks to the bed, his motion fluid in the way that only great athletes have. Killian’s fingers undo the buttons on my dress and pull it off. Then, his hand shoves me back onto the bed, so he can drag my leggings down. My panties come down with them, so he’s staring at my pussy.

His lips curve into a wicked smile. “I’m gonna fuck it, then eat it, and then fuck it again,” he announces.

My inner walls clench at the gravel in his voice.

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