I jerked my arm away and clutched the robe tighter over my chest, mortified and furious and—God help me—aroused. The ache between my legs had already begun, a slick, needy throb that made my thighs press together instinctively.
“I’m not afraid of you,” I hissed, lifting my chin defiantly. “You can stay. But only because I don’t want to deal with Joe’s bullshit when he gets back. Stay out of my way. Don’t touch anything. And keep your stupid comments to yourself.”
Killian’s smirk turned into something darker, more dangerous. It was the smile of a man who had just won a bet with the devil. He stepped fully inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click that sounded far too final. The lock engaged, and suddenly the house felt smaller, the air thicker, every inch of space charged with
