EMBER'S POV
My question hung in the air and I was convinced Killian wasn't going to respond.
Well, he actually didn't, not in the way that I expected.
Instead, he stepped back from me, after giving my cheek one hard squeeze, followed by an abrupt release and a step back, as though I was fire, and I'd scorched him.
His breath heaved heavily while I stood there, still panting softly, lips swollen, trying to make sense of why he had suddenly let go of me.
Was it because of my question?
Wait, what was I thinking?
I shook my head vehemently to clear my head, appalled at my thoughts.
Was I itching so bad for him to touch me?
I wanted to deny it but the wetness between my thighs and the way my panties clung damply to my p***y told me otherwise.
I really was itching badly for Killian to
