Page 101 of Bad Influence
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, brushing my fingers over the mark.
“Don’t worry about it.”
I hiss as Killian pulls out of me. Picking up my panties from the floor, he cleans me up as best as possible. It’s grown completely dark outside, the lights on the bridge twinkling in the distance.
“Shower?” Killian asks, pressing his lips against my forehead.
I murmur my assent. He surprises me by throwing me over his shoulder. I giggle deliriously when I look at the table.
“What’s so funny?” Killian asks, amused.
“We can never eat at this table again.”
Killian laughs at that. In the bathroom, he sets me on the floor and reaches behind me, unhooking my bra. I slide it off and throw it on the floor.
The bathroom isn’t large, and with all six foot four of him, it feels even smaller. Killian still manages to take a step back, letting his eyes travel over me in all my naked glory.
“Do you know Venus de Milo is supposed to represent the ideal female form of grace and beauty?” Killian asks.
I tilt my head curiously. “Yes?”
“It’s a lie,” he says simply. “Because I’m looking at the ideal form of grace and beauty and Aphrodite doesn’t even come close.”
My whole body flushes at his words. I want to tell myself that he’s just being facetious, but the thing is, Killian never says anything he doesn’t mean. He doesn’t say things to be nice.
His mouth curves up into a small smile. “I always wondered how far your blush goes.”
He brushes the back of his hand against the top of my left breast before palming it.
“Perfect,” he whispers softly, dipping his head down to suckon the tip of the right breast. His tongue circles around the soft flesh.
He pulls back with a pop.
“Let’s get you cleaned up before I make you dirty again,” he says.
He turns on the shower and sets the temperature before lifting me up and swinging me into the tub. I’m not going to lie, the display of strength really does something to me.
I watch through the shower spray as Killian removes his pants and boxers. Proof that god is a woman because this man is perfect.
Killian steps into the bathtub, taking up all the space.
“How’s the water?”
I watch as it sluices over his body and lick my lips. “Perfect.”
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Killian frowns. He picks up my body wash and lathers a small dollop between his palms before running his hands over my arms and chest.
“No.” I chew on my lip in thought as I watch him. “Can I ask you something?”
He hums his agreement as he continues to run his soapy hands over my body. His hands linger in places that always made me slightly insecure but the way he touches them is almost like worship.
“Why has it been more than three years?” I ask.
Killian looks at me, lashes clumped with water. “You’re so curious today.”
“I want to know everything,” I say.
He turns me around and picks up my shampoo.
