Chapter 10 Laura
TEN
LAURA
Light poured into the room, practically prying my eyelids open because I forgot to pin the sheet above the window.
Groaning, I rolled off the mattress and stumbled to my feet, pawing at the edge of the sheet with one eye closed.
“You need real curtains.” A deep voice echoed from behind me.
“Shit!” I yelled, spinning around. My heart was thundering as I backed into the wall, tripping over the cooler and knocking over the lamp.
I heard that same voice mutter, “Fuck.”
I was flailing my arms, trying to get up when warm hands were suddenly on my wrists, tugging me up.
I pawed at the intruder’s chest, trying to push.
“Shit. Stop. What are you doing?” he asked, but I kept pushing. I needed to get to the bathroom.
“It’s me, what is your problem?”
His voice sounded like Killian’s but shit, it was early, and I was still exhausted, so I wasn’t sure.
“Move, let me get to the bathroom.”
The person stepped back, leaving me on my own to figure out how to get where I needed to go.
I stepped on the mattress, falling forward, and then flailed my arms again before straightening.
I was so mad at myself. I never forgot to grab my glasses before heading to bed, but last night was a mess and I was so tired, I literally collapsed into bed and gently pulled my contacts out, then just left them on the floor like a disgusting weirdo.
“Are you blind, Daisy?”
Definitely Killian then, his voice was cheery, and I could imagine a smile curling his lips.
I knew the layout of the room and no, I wasn’t blind.
I just had really terrible vision. I was considered legally blind without my corrective lenses in place, so if I didn’t have my contacts, or my glasses, I was completely and utterly fucked.
Everything was a blur, and I couldn’t make out a single thing, even being right next to something didn’t help.
My hands landed on the counter, and I began feeling to get the layout.
Sink. Toothpaste. Electric toothbrush that fell over the second I touched it.
“Here, shit. You looking for glasses?” Killian asked, pulling on my elbow.
“Yes.” I finally found my voice because, at this rate, I wasn’t going to find them on my own and that terrified me.
My contacts were in the cupboard and as long as no one moved them then I’d be able to make my way to them, but I still had eye makeup on.
I usually wanted to wash my face and drink a cup of coffee before putting my contacts in.
I heard Killian moving something, glass clinking, and then he was gently guiding a pair of frames onto my face.
His defined jaw came into view first, then his sensual lips that were far too pillowy to be real.
Then his nose, and his stormy green eyes that were framed by thick lashes.
I suddenly wanted to know if he inherited them from his father or his mother.
Then I remembered what he’d said about his father being a murderer and winced.
“There she is. Finally registered the wolf standing in front of her.”
Gripping the edge of my glasses, I pushed them into place with a slight smile.
“Thank you.”
He searched my face, and I assumed that gaze would travel like it usually did, but he just stayed fixated on my eyes, or rather the large black frames over them.
“You wear glasses.” His smile widened.
A blush crept up my neck for some reason as his fingers traveled to the sides of my head.
“Thick ones, which means you’re really blind…how come you didn’t say anything?”
Scoffing, I pushed past him. “Why would I tell you that I can’t legally drive or even eat cereal without a prescription?”
“So you wear contacts most of the time?” Killian caught up with me, seemingly engrossed in my eye condition.
“All the time. I never wear glasses unless I’m in bed, or early in the morning.”
Where were my sweats? I usually had them by the bed at night because it was always so cold in the morning. I searched the area, now able to see, recalling everything that had happened last night and the fact that I was currently in front of Killian in just my underwear.
“Can you go downstairs or something?” I asked, quickly darting toward the closet to grab some clothes.
A dark laugh followed me. “Why would I?”
Ugh. He was being annoying this morning. The light in the closet came on with a flip of the switch, and I dipped down to dig through one of my larger suitcases.
“Because I’m currently occupying this room.”
His shoulder found the doorframe, his eyes fixated on me as I scoured for clothes.
“My house. I can be anywhere I want.”
“And what you want is to be standing here, watching me?” I knew I shouldn’t have asked. Toying with him wasn’t smart, and he’d already proven that I was the idiot, lost girl who kept falling in the large paw of the wolf, who very much liked to play with her.
His eyes gleamed.
“What I want is to finish what I started this morning.”
My brows caved. “What are you talking about?”
He stalked closer, pulling me out of the closet. “Get on the bed, Daisy.”
Heat slid up my chest, practically choking me. His command, the way he’d ordered me…it was fire in my core.
“What did you start?” Because I knew him, he’d never touch me while I was asleep or drunk. He was an asshole, but he’d never go that far. Deep down, I trusted him and while he was hot as fuck with that mouth, he was also very protective.
“I’ll tell you in a second, but first, get on the bed.”
He stalked forward, and I fell back on the mattress.
“Truth or Dare, Daisy?”
My heart raced indecently fast at his words.
Tossing them out there as if that simple game wasn’t the reason he’d first made me want him.
Playing Truth or Dare with Killian was a dangerous activity and exactly how we got into trouble three months ago.
It was the sole reason I left early. But also the reason I came back.
I tried to turn over. “Pass.”
Killian had lowered to the bed, and his hand clamped down on my hip, stopping me from fleeing.
“You’re in the president’s bed. You owe me a game.”
“This is my bed!” My voice came out as a shrill, my fists balled up as they pressed into his chest.
“Choose, Daisy. Truth or Dare.”
I waited. Still not liking that he thought he could boss me around.
“What are you going to do if I don’t pick?”
He laughed, his face lowering until he was mere inches from my lips. “For starters, I’m going to drink your coffee and eat your scone, and I’ll do it while you watch me.”
“You got me coffee and scones?” Was he bluffing?
How long had he been awake? I couldn’t risk missing out on the scones, so I made a decision.
“Fine,” I huffed, thinking over my decision. Truth had got us into the most trouble last time we played, and I knew Killian would respect whatever boundary I put in place if I said Dare…regardless if he might push it, it would still be the most harmless.
“Dare.”
His smile could not be rivaled, especially as his eyes focused on my lips.
“I dare you to let me tie your hands above your head.”
His wolfish smirk had unease sliding through my stomach, and unfortunately pooling between my legs.
“That’s it, you’re only going to tie my hands?”
He shrugged. “Sure.”
I stared at him, trying to gauge his real intentions. Why else would he want to tie my hands together unless he planned on touching me?
“Okay.” I surrendered. “But I’m getting under the blanket first.”
I slid under the covers, pulled them to my chin, and then held my wrists out to him.
I should have known better.
He gently guided my hands above my head and then gave me a savage grin. “This part you’re going to have to forgive me for.” He laughed, and then with one hand on my wrists, the other gripped the edge of the blanket and ripped it down.
He stared at my chest, and I knew my nipples were poking the thin fabric of my tank top, revealing how cold I still was. His hands went to the hem and lifted it all the way above my head.
“Killian!” My yell came out muffled as the fabric passed over my face.
His hips were over mine, as he straddled me, and he began using my tank top to bind my wrists together.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I yelled, trying to buck him off my waist, but it was a futile attempt. We both knew it.
He pulled his shirt off, then warned me not to move as he stood to shrug off his jeans, until he was in a pair of black boxer briefs.
The fabric hugged his muscular thighs, raising as his knees bent, revealing twin tattoos on his upper thighs.
They were nautical star maps, and they were completely beautiful.
He was straddling me again, and I was so distracted by his beauty that I hadn’t even fought him.
“Eyes up here, Daisy.”
My hands couldn’t move and were trapped above my head. My bare breasts were on full display, my nipples were hard and pointing at the ceiling. My stomach clenched as I tried to lift my hips, but all it did was help his erection to dig into me.
“Fuck, you need to stop moving or else we’re going to have an even bigger secret between us.”
I knew he meant we’d fuck, and I wasn’t ready for that, but hearing that he wasn’t either was disheartening for some insane reason.
“Why did you want to tie my wrists?” I couldn’t help squirming the smallest bit again.
His smile returned as he leaned down and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth.
“So I could see you.”
I lifted my hips, hating how good his erection felt against me. “You’re doing more than seeing me.”
His tongue slowly lapped at my right nipple, leaving a trial of goosebumps. “Realized seeing wouldn’t be enough.”
He left a wet trail along my skin as he continued to suck and lick my breast. “That’s the problem with you, Daisy. It’s never fucking enough for me. I always have to have one more look, a taste, something. It’s why you’re such a complication.”