Page 91 of Bad Influence
“Why don’t you change and I’m going to get you a painkiller and a glass of water?” Placing a soft kiss on my cheek, he walks out and closes the door behind him.
I eye the bed as I remove my pants and top, signing with relief as I remove the sticky bra I was wearing under. I put my clothes on the chair by the window and pull on his shirt, which is soft and well worn. It settles around my thighs.
The window in his room overlooks the bridge and river, unlike my room, which overlooks the back street. At this time of night even the bridge is quiet, few cars traveling back-and-forth between Manhattan and Brooklyn.
I wonder if it’s strange that I don’t miss my home as much as I should. How does someone get to their late twenties without forming some attachments?
The door opens behind me, but I don’t turn around.
“You’re not in bed,” Killian says.
I hum quietly. “Felt a bit weird to get in your bed without you.”
He comes to stand next to me, and hands me the painkiller and a glass of water.
“The last time we did this, you had quite the revelation for me,” he says.
I swallow the pill and empty the glass of water before handing it back to him. Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I say, “The last time we did this, you were a tease.”
He tucks a stray strand of hair behind my ear, watching me with gentle eyes. “Do you want to go downstairs to your room?”
A frown up at him unhappily. “I never said that.”
“Then get your cute little ass bed.”
Sticking my tongue out at him I walk to his bed and throw the covers down. I stick mycute little assout as I climb into the bed. Behind me, I have the satisfaction of hearing Killian’s groan. With a quiet giggle, I settle into bed and pull the comforter over me.
“Happy?” I ask, looking at him.
His eyes roam over me, lying in his bed, wearing his T-shirt. “You have no idea.”
“Don’t think I don’t know you’ve manipulated me into getting in bed with you,” I say.
“You figured out my master plan,” he says with a laugh. I watch him walk across the room to the dresser and pull out a pair of sweats.
“Where are you going? Change here,” I say, leaning up onto my elbow.
“You just want me to take my clothes off.”
“Give me a little show,” I coax.
I don’t expect him to give in. With a smirk on his face, he slowly pulls his T-shirt up his body and over his head. If I drool a little, it’s not my fault. His torso is lean and muscular, tattoos covering his arms and a few over his ribcage. The soft glow of the lamp makes his body look bronzed like a Greek god.
He tosses the T-shirt aside over my clothes before his hands drop to the button of his jeans. I let my eyes drop, licking my lips as I wait with anticipation.
“Stop looking at me like that, butterfly,” he commands.
“What’s the harm when you’re not going to do anything about it because I had a few drinks?”
“When I caught you, you were holding an almost empty bottle of tequila,” he says with amusement.
“I didn’t finish all of it by myself,” I say. “Now, pleasecontinue with the show.” I lean across the bed, closer to him so I don’t miss anything.
Killian pops the button of his jeans and unzips, lowering them to reveal his black boxer briefs which he fills out to perfection, the bulge drawing my attention. My eyes widen and I press my thighs together to dull the ache between them.
“Caroline.”
My mouth parts as my breathing grows shallow. Killian is walking towards me, placing one knee on the bed as he leans towards me. Grabbing my chin, he tilts my head back and seals his mouth over mine in a ferocious, heated kiss that I feel all the way to my toes.
