Whoever was knocking on the door needed to get a life. "Go. Away."
Killian tightened his hold on Inez, whom he was spooning, burying his face into her hair. Inez hadn't stirred the entire night, which was probably because she had quite a troubled time yesterday. He breathed in her scent, which seemed to have some sort of calming effect on him, and it had started to become a sort of addiction, which he wanted again and again.
Moving her hair to one side, he licked the mark that he had left on her nape before cupping her core and skimming his fingers against it, smiling when he heard the low moan that escaped her lips.
The person outside knocked once again.
Annoyed, Killian slipped out of bed and then pulled on the shirt that he had discarded last night. He strode downstairs before pulling the door open. "What?"
