Killian pulled away quickly and groaned, turning me and pinning me between him and the desk. He clutched my arms, his hot breath brushing against my cheeks as he breath heavily. He closed his eyes and his face twisted in conflict.
"I created a perfect opportunity and I should leave," he whispered.
I don't know who he was telling this to—him or me? I chuckled.
I love it when he loses control. My heart pounded with anticipation but I pulled myself together.
He was right. Time is of the essence. I hate to do this.
I touched his chest and pushed him away gently. He opened his eyes.
"You should go. I am right here anyway," I assured him.
He kissed me again and stepped back, his eyes lingered as he went to change.
I went back to my laptop and started it, rubbing the back of my neck. It s
