Chapter Eight

"You're being unusually uncooperative." I glare at Killian from where he still stands far too close to me. I feel like I'm being pretty clear about not wanting to have sex with, to be honest.

But it doesn't stop him from shoving my suitcase off the bed and onto the floor, pushing me onto the bed and climbing on top of me.

"Fine, you win. I won't even take a shower." His eyes flash dangerously. I can feel his hands running up my side and under my shirt. His hands feel slightly wrong on my skin, but I can still feel myself shivering against his touch.

"Get off!" I demand when he grabs one of my wrists with his free hand and holds it down against the bed.

I falter for a moment when his lips find my neck and they start sloppily kissing me like he knew I liked. I feel my feet sliding down and my back arching at how good it feels. My knees fall apart and he settles in a little, our hips connecting. I can feel him grinding against me, and I hear myself moaning a little as he starts kissin