Out of his element, if the element was the city and his penthouse or the club, he was different. More approachable and less up himself, and he was easier to be around.
I supposed I had to admit I'd been getting more used to him over the last six months either way, but I liked him like this.
Feeling a little mischievous, I drained my wine glass and held it out for him to pour me another.
With a little smirk he took the glass away from me and passed the bottle back.
I rolled my eyes. Drinking out of the bottle was nothing new to me. I'd been in college when my friends and I had pooled our leftover funds at the end of the week to buy large bottles of cheap wine from the grocery store, passing them back and forth on the soccer field while we bitched about being tired and lost.
I lifted the bottle to my lips, watching Killian watch me, and sucked down a good amount of wine, letting the crisp flavor coat my tongue before I swallowed.
I held his gaze and passed it back.
He didn't drink right away. Instead he ran a finger around the rim of the bottle's opening, keeping his eyes on me.
I was suddenly very aware of how naked I was. My clothes were in a pile on the floor of the master bedroom, and I hadn't given a lot of thought to what I was going to put on when I was done with my bath.
I'd assumed Killian would be gone longer, or that I'd have taken a shorter bath, and had planned to just walk the ten feet from the tub to the bedroom to change.
But now Killian was right there, and I was naked and wet and warm, and I could see from the way he was looking at me that he was interested in what he saw.
It was interesting, being there with no playroom in sight. Although...
"Do you have some sort of secret dungeon up here?" I asked him.
Judging from the look of surprise on his face, my question was sort of out of the blue, which made sense, considering he hadn't heard my mental thought process that got me to that point.
"No," he said, laughing finally. "I don't. It's an interesting idea, though. Very secluded up here. No one would hear you scream."
I blushed down to my chest, hoping the water would sort of hide the way my nipples tightened at the way he said that.
"Sound carries," I replied, going for flippant but just ending up sounding breathless.
"It does," he agreed. "And that's why gags were made. I don't have my gear with me, but I'm amazing at improvising."
It hit me that he said he didn't have gear with him. I'd assumed he was bringing something, planning to take advantage of having me here, alone and at his mercy. It was a weekend, after all, and that was when we had sex.
But he clearly hadn't brought me up to the cabin for just that, and, weirdly enough, that made me want him even more.
I drummed my fingers on the edge of the tub and held my hand out for the wine again.
Killian passed it back, and I took a longer sip, needing the liquid courage for what I was considering doing. It was rare for me to take the lead when it came to sex between us. Killian was 'in charge' as the dominant one, and he was the one with all the kinky little plans and ideas. I was mostly just along for the ride.
But without any of that in the way, we were on a more even playing field, and maybe it was the wine or the fact that I wanted to distract him from his crappy dinner with his mother, but there was something I wanted to do.
So I decided to go for it before I lost my nerve.
When I passed the wine back, Killian chugged the last of it, killing the bottle and putting it on the counter. His eyes went right back to me, and I could feel the heat in his gaze.
Good. That was what I wanted.
I pushed myself up and out of the tub, the water running down my body in little rivers, clinging to my skin, flushed from the heat of the water.
Killian didn't look away.
"Will you hand me a towel?" I asked, stepping over the lip of the tub and onto the platform.
He nodded and reached over to the shelf near him to hand me a large white towel. "Do you need a hand?" he asked.
I didn't, but it would work in my favor.
I nodded and held my hand out to him, letting him take it and help me down onto the cool tile of the floor. Without saying anything, he took the towel and started to dry me off, lifting my arms and working the soft cotton over my skin.
I was facing the mirror at that point, and I could see him in it, so I watched the way he moved around my body, toweling me off and giving soft touches to the small of my back, and the curves of my hips.
My tongue darted out to lick my lips, and I spread my legs a bit, letting him dry between them. When he worked the towel up, brushing against the most sensitive part of me, I gasped softly, the sound coming out louder than it might have otherwise in the quiet of the bathroom.
Killian did it again, brushing the towel a bit more firmly between my legs, clearly seeking out my clit to rub against.
I swallowed hard and leaned forward so I could brace my hands against the counter, pushing my hips and ass out, putting them on display for him.
I heard his
