Chapter 11


His lips were demanding against hers and Emma felt an unwanted moan escape her lips. The small noise urged Killian to push closer until his entire body was rubbing against hers. The friction sent delicious tingles spiralling throughout her entire body.

Emma felt his tongue seek entrance into her mouth and she slanted her head to give him better access. Her hands went around his neck and pulled him closer, his nose bumping hers and his 5 o'clock shadow grazing her skin.

Killian's mouth was possessive and his hands roamed her sides until they reached her backside, pulling their lower bodies even impossibly closer. He moaned into her mouth and drew back slightly to take in some much needed air.

Emma was panting and sighed when he began attacking her neck. She arched her head back to give him better access and he nipped all of the skin that he could reach.

Emma was just as hungry and moved her hands to the buttons on his shirt. She popped a couple open and slipped her hands inside, caressing the hair matted on his muscular chest. He growled against her throat before taking possession of her mouth again.

His lips were relentless and Emma could feel the chemistry crackling between them, just waiting to explode. Emma clung to Killian, torn between the feelings detonating between them or common sense. She knew that she could easily end up in his bed but then what? She was deceiving him, investigating him...and then there was Miranda and his history of moving from one woman to the next.

Emma froze and tried to pull away, pushing her hands against Killian's chest. He had his hands down the back of her pants, stroking the soft skin and his lips were touching whatever skin he could access. She groaned his name and felt herself begin to fall back under his spell.

"I can't," Emma murmured huskily, pushing at his chest again. Killian pulled back and looked at her, his blue eyes clouded with lust and something else she just couldn't put a finger on. Killian's brows furrowed and he looked dazed.

He took an unsteady step backwards and risked a glance at Emma. Her hair was tousled, her lips were swollen and she had little red marks marring her porcelain skin.

Killian felt the heat flaring up between them again and his fingers went to his lips as if in shock, the chemistry between them was maddening. He felt himself swaying back towards the blonde bombshell in front of him.

"Miranda," Emma whispered and Killian felt as if she had doused him with cold water. She watched as he stiffened, his hands tightening into fists. Killian turned quickly and stalked out of the entrance foyer.

Emma let him go and felt herself slide slowly down the wall, her bottom hitting the floor with a small thud.

How had she let things get so far out of control?

How had she let this happen?

Emma had a gut feeling that he wasn't the one she should be investigating. There were bigger things in play and she was just convoluting her judgment by getting close to Killian.

Emma knew she was smart to nip this 'attraction' in the bud quickly. She didn't need another person in her life to leave her...and Killian was as unreliable as they came, always with a different woman.

Emma just couldn't let someone like that past her walls. She hoped it wasn't already too late.


Killian stomped into his room like a caged bear. He pulled his clothes off and stepped into the shower, the cold water pulsing against his skin. The dirt and grime from the fire washing off his skin with ease.

This day had been filled with one dramatic event after another. The fire and then the anxiousness over finding Emma so vulnerable had really done a number on his head. It was as if all logical reasoning had flown out the window He hadn't been in his right mind.

Killian had been itching to touch her, to make sure that she was okay. He had felt the friction between them in the car ride and before he'd known what he was doing; his lips had been on hers.

Killian leant back against the shower wall and banged his head repeatedly against the tiles. He'd divulged things to Emma Swan that he'd never told another soul. The blasted woman had gotten so far under his skin, it wasn't healthy and he needed to rectify it straight away.

Maybe he'd been too long without sex? Miranda would be his first visit when they returned.


"Can we talk about what happened?" Emma questioned quietly, referring to what had happened before the 'kissing incident'.

"What is there to talk about?" Killian shrugged nonchalantly, "It was 2 people affirming life, nothing more."

Emma reeled back, "No! Not that. You were right. There are problems with the manifests and cargo."

Killian's eyes shot to hers, the surprise evident on his face. Emma realised that he hadn't expected to be right or he just didn't want to be right

"I found evidence of several technology companies consistently arriving with less cargo than they started with." She told him, pulling out 2 painkillers from her pocket and pouring herself a small glass of water. She quickly swallowed the pills.

"The evidence..." Emma trailed off before glancing at Killian who hadn't taken his eyes off her.

A thunderous look clouded his face, "Damn the bloody evidence Swan. Someone tried to kill you."

Emma started to shake her head, "I don't..."

"They conked you over the head..." Killian cut her off abruptly. "Then left you for dead,"

Emma acknowledged his deductions with a small nod; of course the thought had crossed her mind. What Killian was unaware of was that she was a highly trained Agent.

'A highly trained agent that nearly got killed.' she reminded herself grimly.

"Robin will be assigning someone to shadow you 24/7!" Killian informed her. Emma opened her mouth to argue with him but he stopped her with a small flick of his hand.

"Don't." Killian growled, "I won't fight you on this. We do this my way."

"About earlier..." Emma paused, "That cannot happen again."

All of the anger washed out of Killian at the change of topic and a cheeky smirk covered his face.

"Afraid you couldn't handle it?"

Emma ignored his ribbing and shot him a dirty look.

"A one time thing?" Killian asked her seriously and she gave a small nod.

"As you wish."


Killian had Emma arrange for the return flight to be altered to the following morning. His reasoning was that there was nothing more to gain from being here and he felt that he could protect her better on 'home turf.'

Emma had felt tingles shudder through her when she witnessed Killian's protective side emerge.

'Get a grip Swan!'

Whilst making the arrangement she sent a secure message to David. The message overlooked the fire but urged him to look into several of the technology companies. Emma suspected that they were just shell corporations and there was a bigger company behind the trafficking.


Killian had been true to his word and had 2 security men trail her every move. From the moment she had stepped off the plane she had been shadowed. He had told her that he would be permantely assigning someone to her when he found someone that passed all of his and Robin's screenings.

Killian had also beefed up the security at work which Emma felt was a little over kill but this was one thing she wasn't going to argue over. The fire had left her a little rattled so the extra security helped to calm her nerves. Killian had gratefully given her the rest of the weekend off to recuperate. Her head was still aching so it was nice to get a bit of time off.

It was her first day back in the office and she'd been slammed. Monday mornings were always hectic but add this to catching up on a few days work and it was incredibly time consuming. Killian had been particularly quiet with his demands and Emma guessed he was keeping his distance.

She was busy finishing up some reports when her intercom buzzed, "Send my 2 o'clock in when they arrive."

Emma didn't have to wait long for his guest to sashay into the office, "Is he ready?"

Her eyes shot up to meet those of Miranda Wilson's. Words failed her and she had to clear her throat awkwardly, "You can go straight in."

The giggling and cooing from behind Killian's closed door was instant. Emma felt short stabs of pain in her stomach.

'What did you expect?' She asked herself crossly. 'They don't call him a playboy for nothing!'


To Be Continued