Captain Swan - Beyond a Reasonable Doubt

Chapter 9

Killian is still trying to pull himself together as he drives around the corner to the stakeout house. It's his turn to keep watch, which he's thankful for, considering Gold might come driving by again. Killian wants to be here when or if that happens.

The only bloody problem is, he can't get Emma out of his head. How she kissed him, how supple her lips were, how good and soft her tongue felt against his, how she moaned when he let her feel just how hard he was for her. He damn near came in his pants when she sucked on his finger and basically offered him a blow job if he came inside. He wanted to come inside her.

Bloody hell.

He knows he shouldn't have taken it as far as he did, hell he shouldn't have even kissed her, but she'd taken him off guard. He was not expecting this gorgeous woman to kiss him. And he really wanted to kiss her back. He doesn't regret the kiss—he's still hard as a fucking rock from it—but he does regret kissing her under false pretenses.

And he's still reeling from the fact that she invited him in. That was obviously off the table for him. He'd known cops who were undercover when they willingly slept with someone involved in a sting op, but Killian could never in good conscience do that.

He skips up the steps to the second floor with his bag of street clothes, expecting to find Will at the window. Which he is. But he's surprised to see David there with him.

"Where have you been?" David demands, his arms folded as he scolds him like a child.

"Shouldn't you be at home with your wife and kids?"

"Don't change the subject."

Killian expels an exaggerated sigh as he drops his bag to the floor. He goes to the mini-fridge and cracks open a can of Coke. "I met up with Emma to sponge some more information from her. You know, as you asked me to do," he says snarkily. He takes a swig of his soda and turns around, gazing out the window, the streetlamp lighting up the road.

Will snickers behind him.

Killian shoots a glare over his shoulder. "What's so funny, Scarlet?"

"You mean you went out on a date with the suspect," David says accusingly.

"Nah, it ain't a date unless he gets laid," Will remarks.

Killian turns around, glowering at him. "You ratted me out?" He only told the bloke because he knew Will would see him with Emma when he dropped her off since he was keeping surveillance.

Will raises his hands in defense. "No, of course not. Nolan showed up here right before you arrived at Emma's place."

"Yeah, it was kind of hard not to notice the large bouquet of red roses and the fancy suit," David gestures to Killian's clothes. "Which I notice you're still wearing."

"What? I just dropped Emma off. I haven't had a chance to change."

"So, what exactly were you hoping to accomplish by taking her out on a date?" David asks in his usual fatherly tone.

Killian turns around, continuing his watch out the window. "I told you, to sponge information from her."

"And? What did you find out?"

"I found out she didn't kill Humbert."

"Oh really? Did she tell you that?"

Killian sighs dramatically, gritting his teeth as he turns around. "No, but she talked about him. She even got emotional at the table in a restaurant full of people."

"You asked her about him?" David accuses, planting his hands on his hips.

"No, of course not. I asked about the bootlace she was wearing as a bracelet. I didn't know it belonged to him."