I could feel the power radiating off Killian as he strode with purpose, his hand on my lower back. There was an aura around him that warned me to stay silent. At the very least, I had expected to be yelled at or punished for stepping out of bounds.
But the other possibility had me growing excited. For the rest of the meal, his hand stayed firmly on my thigh. The way he kneaded his thumb into my leg had me feeling needy and warm. I had never experienced that intense of a reaction to anyone from such a simple touch before.
It had me thinking about what it would be like to pull him back to the bedroom and rip our clothes off so I could experience his touch more thoroughly.
Instead, Killian slammed the bedroom door behind us, facing me with glowing red eyes, his chest rising and falling rap
