“You’re not dating.” He moves his face even closer to mine so that his minty breath is hot on my face. “No Sam, no Liam, no other fucking young idiot. While you are living under my roof, you don’t date.”
“But you said I was just a mistake. Why shouldn’t I date?”
His face darkens even more. “Fuck,” he hisses.
I’ve no idea what is going on, in this bathroom or his head.
“Because it’s in the manual? Is that why I can’t date?” I say, my voice hoarse.
We’re touching now. His thighs rub against mine. My chest brushes against his.
I squirm against him, trying to catch my breath.
“It has nothing to do with the fucking manual.” As if he feels the need to cage me further, he widens his stance to trap my legs between his. “You were mine the moment I came inside you. As long as you live beneath my roof, no one else can have you, understand?”
On impulse, I thrust my hips against him.
Holy shit, he’s hard.
“Understand?” he repeats more forcefully.
“Yes,” I squeak out.
“Good girl,” he growls against my lips, pressing his erection against me.
Gah. He’s killing me. Iama good girl. My legs are already opening for him.
His lips press firmly against mine with an intensity that feels like a declaration of ownership rather than a kiss.
Stop this. Push him away.
I’m in the bathroom of a fancy restaurant.
Before I can stop myself, I widen my legs and push my hips into his so his hard dick is between my legs.
His hands roam, trying to feel my ass through the dress.
He groans into my mouth. “You’re not wearing any underwear.”
“Not anymore, no,” I rasp.
He pulls back abruptly with a sharp exhale of breath. For a long moment, he stares at me, breathing heavily.
Then he runs a hand through his hair, gives me one last hard look, and storms off, leaving me stunned and pantiless in the bathroom.
TWENTY-THREE
Clodagh
“I’ll need you around this evening,” Killian informs me as he saunters into the kitchen shirtless. “I hope you haven’t forgotten.”
“Nope. I haven’t.”
Have you forgotten how you kissed me last night?my eyes scream at him.Can you tell me what’s happening between us?
My body still throbs with the memory of his kiss last night. After we left the restaurant, he went to the concert, so I haven’t seen him since. Now he’s standing in the kitchen displaying his broad shoulders and bare chest and those abs that make my vagina flutter.
My gaze follows the treasure trail of dark hair disappearing into his running shorts. Treasure I’m unlikely to see again.