Killian leaned back against the counter, arms crossed over his powerful chest, watching me with that same predatory intensity. “You don’t have to.”

“I want to,” I said, already moving to the sink. I turned on the water, letting it run hot, and began rinsing the plates. The warm water splashed over my hands, but it did nothing to cool the fire burning inside me.

I could feel him behind me. Watching. His eyes burning into my back, tracing the curve of my ass beneath the short nightgown, the way the silk clung to my body. Every second that passed made the heat between my legs worse. My clit throbbed...