Chapter 43

• Killian POV
• The last of my clothes hit the floor, and she watches, caught somewhere between shock and desire. For a moment, nothing exists but the need burning between us. Then she lets out a breath, a soft, resigned sigh, as if she’s only now realizing the reality of what we’re doing.
• “Killian… you’re my stepfather, and—” She falters, stopping mid-sentence, as if she can’t think of anything to add that will make this wrong enough to stop.