Killian’s POV
Riding back to the clubhouse should have ridded my mind of all thoughts but it didn’t.
My mind was fixated on Ember, on the look in her eyes when I drove off.
I wondered what it meant but I also couldn’t get the feel of her hands around my waist out of my head.
Her body had pressed firmly into mine and her softness…
God, I was getting hard just thinking about it.
Ember was the kind of woman who didn’t realize her own sensuality and it was this kind of oblivion that provoked men to want to do unspeakable things to her, myself inclusive.
A thought occurred to me that if her friend, Mira hadn’t been there, I wouldn’t have been able to hold myself back from doing something I was sure to regret.
For years, I’d prided myself on the fact that I was unlike the other Reapers.
