Seeing the desire in Killian's eyes sent a shudder down his spine, and he lay down on the bed with his body as still as possible. "What can I do to appease your anger?"
He asked in a low, sexy voice, the kind that lowers someone's guard.
Killian narrowed his eyes, but the redness in his cheek was visible, and Sonny smirked and went to pull the man down by his neck, then he changed their position so that he leaned above Killian.
Killian widened his eyes and pushed his hands against Sonny's chest, but Sonny pressed the man's ribs tightly, and he told him roughly, "Don't move."
The demand in his tone froze Killian in his spot, and he gritted his teeth. "You're trying to trap me with your sweet talk."
Sonny knew the man was furious; thus, he lowered his head and kissed the man's cheek softly, as feather-like as barely a kiss. "Don't be angry, my love. I promise there's nothing between the doctor and me."
Killian pushed him away. "I'm not jealous."
