Page 78 of Bad Influence
I should leave. I need to leave. I look towards the stairs but my feet are rooted to the spot.
“Good girl, sucking my cock just the way I like.”
My heart races inside my chest, breath coming in short gasps. I feel like I did right after my run.
“You’re going to drink every drop, aren’t you? It’s all for you. Every. Single. Drop.”
I bite my lip hard, holding off my moan.
“Get ready to swallow, baby. I know you love to swallow for me.” His breathing changes and then he groans low and deep as he comes.
My legs can’t support my weight anymore. Though, I have no choice in the matter as he turns of the water. I have to move before he catches me in my voyeuristic act.
Taking one unsteady step in front of another, I turn and start to make my way down the hallway. I’m confident I’m going to escape before he steps out of the bathroom.
“Did you catch a good show, butterfly?” Killian asks from directly behind me.
CHAPTER 22
Caroline
I spin around,my eyes wide, cheeks flushed from what I heard earlier and now being caught by him. I should’ve been quicker. Better yet, I should’ve left as soon as I heard him say my name.
“Jesus, Killian! Were you a cat in a past life or a vampire in this one? Make a noise when you move.”
“Giving you time to run away,” he teases, raising an eyebrow.
Shit, how does he know I’m running away? Did he see me? Does he know what I heard? “I’m not running away,” my voice comes out as a squeak.
He takes a step closer and I take one back. Why is he coming closer?
“It seemed like you were running,” he says, taking another step forward. I move back again, trying to put more distance between us. In my haste, I don’t realize that I’ve backed myself into a corner until my back meets the wall.
If Killian comes any closer, I’m going to be trapped between him and the wall.
“Why would I be running?” I ask, trying to save face.
That’s right, just pretend like nothing happened and you didn’t hear anything.
Bracing his hand against the wall, Killian leans down until his mouth hovers inches from mine. “Caroline, you and I both know exactly why you’re running.”
When cornered, false bravado is the way to go. I place my hands on my lips, tilting my head back to look him straight in the eyes.
“I have nothing to be embarrassed about,” I say. “If anyone should be embarrassed, it should be you.”
“Me?” Raising a hand, he sweeps some stray hair off my neck. “Why should I be embarrassed for what I was doing in the privacy of my own bathroom?”
“Because you told me we have to wait for some arbitrary healing process all the while you’re doing that while thinking of me.” I poke my finger on his chest. Which is gloriously naked, by the way. He’s wearing nothing but a towel, his wet hair dripping onto his shoulders, water trailing across the hard wall of his chest.
I have the sudden urge to lick it off.
“You’re a tease,” I accuse.
One corner of his mouth lifts up into a smile. “You’re the real tease.”
I scoff indignantly. How dare he accuse me of such a thing? “I’ve never!”
“Oh?” His eyebrows shoot up. “Then I guess I’m the one who’s walking around here in flimsy nightwear, red robes, and cotton nighties that reveal as much as they cover.”
