“Emily, if I were to fuck you, then that would be it for me. No one else. A man can’t go to heaven with an angel and be satisfied with anything else again. I’d need your pussy and your pussy only. If you’d let me in, then yeah, it would have been awkward, because you would have become mine. Completely. That might have been awkward for you.”

Her eyes were wide as she listened to me.

I wasn’t holding back with her anymore. I was done with that shit. She needed to know it all. I had let her in, and I wasn’t keeping her out anymore. Not about anything.

“You don’t just want to sleep with me one time, then?” she asked, as her small tongue came out and wet her lips.

I rested my forehead on hers. “In this lifetime, I will never get enough of you.”

“Will you still feel that way in the morning when you’re sober?” she asked.

I smiled and pulled her back to my chest. She was right. I was drunk, but that had nothing to do with this. “Why don’t you stay right here in my arms tonight, and when we wake up in the morning, you can ask me that again,” I replied.

She glanced at the floor underneath us and then back at me. “You want to sleep on the floor?”

I lifted her and set her on the sofa behind me. “No, I want to sleep on the sofa,” I said, as I crawled up onto the soft leather and pulled her down to curl up against my side. She reached up and took the white fur blanket that was thrown over the back and covered us both with it.

“Good night, Kiro.”

“Best fucking night of my life, angel,” I assured her. Because it was.

Emily

He was awake. I sensed it without opening my eyes. The warm, hard body that held me tightly hadn’t run away this morning. Part of me had expected him to. All the things he had said last night were hard to accept, but I wanted to believe him.

“I’m here. Open your eyes, and stop thinking about everything.”

Kiro’s voice made me shiver. The warmth from his breath was on my neck, and all those parts of me that he seemed to awaken were very excited.

I peeked at him, and he chuckled. Then he pressed a kiss to my nose. “Fucking adorable,” he whispered.

I wasn’t sure I liked being adorable. That didn’t sound like someone who could keep Kiro Manning’s interest. He liked sexy. I had seen him in action, and I knew what he was attracted to. I was not it.

“No frowning. Stop thinking. Talk to me,” Kiro said, his voice now concerned.

He wanted us to talk and be open with each other. “Adorable isn’t your type,” I informed him.

The corner of his mouth tilted up as he smirked. “Oh, really? What is my type, exactly?”

I didn’t want to say this out loud. Closing my eyes, I forced the word out. “Sexy.”

“You’re right. I like sexy. I like sexy a fucking lot,” he agreed. Then his hand slipped under my shirt, and I held my breath as he moved it slowly up until it covered one of my breasts. “And this body is so damn sexy it hurts to look at you.”

Oh. OK. Wow.

“Standing in your room in nothing but those little panties and that bra had me so damn needy I couldn’t think straight. I wanted to be buried up inside you. I wanted you naked and crying out in pleasure underneath me. Fucking sexy as hell,” he murmured, as he licked my neck then began tugging my bra down so that I spilled out of the lace cups.

“I love these tits. Best fucking tits in the world,” he growled, and he began to lick my collarbone. I had never been licked before, and I wasn’t sure that was something I ever wanted, but having Kiro’s tongue on me was proving that I did want it. Very much.

He moved my shirt up until my breasts were bared to him. His eyes lit up, and goose bumps covered my arms as he lowered his head to take one of my nipples into his mouth. When he pulled on it with his teeth, I cried out and grabbed his head to hold him there. That was good, and I wanted more of it.

Kiro reached down and shoved my legs open before moving to rest between them as he continued to lick and tease my hard peaks. Just when I thought my body couldn’t feel any better, he pressed his hardness against the ache between my legs.

Throwing back my head, I cried out his name. I wanted more of that, too.

“That’s it, angel. Feel good, baby. Let me take care of this hot body. It’s all I ever want to fucking do. Hear those cries of pleasure.” His words made me feel frantic. I wasn’t naive. I knew what this led to, and I knew that sex was going to hurt me the first time. But right now, I didn’t care.

“Goddammit, can y’all use a motherfucking room while Rush is here?” Dean’s voice was like a cold bucket of water. One I apparently needed, because I was ready to strip naked right here and let Kiro have me.

Kiro swore and covered me with his body as he pulled my bra back up and tugged my shirt down to cover me. “You could fucking knock,” he said angrily.

“In my own damn house? I can walk into the fucking game room with my son if I want to. There are bedrooms for this shit.”

Kiro started to say something else, and I grabbed his arm and squeezed. He turned to look at me, and I shook my head no. Dean was right. We shouldn’t have been doing this.

Kiro bent his head and covered my mouth with his. I forgot a moment about Dean and Rush while he kissed me. It was like he was tasting something special. Something he cherished. I melted into him.

“Fuck, man. Take her upstairs,” Dean complained.

Kiro broke the kiss, and his breathing was hard. “I hate you,” he said, turning to Dean.

Dean just laughed. “I bet you do.”

Kiro stood up, took both my hands, and pulled me with him. I saw Rush latched onto his dad’s leg as he stared at us. I instantly felt guilty. I was no better than his mother and Kiro yesterday. He was seeing something he shouldn’t, and this time, it was my fault.

“Stop looking like you ran over a puppy. He’s seen worse than that. It’s OK that you two were sleeping on the sofa together. He’s two. He has no clue what was really happening,” Dean said with an amused smirk.

I walked over and bent down to Rush’s level. Today he looked happy. He wasn’t scared, and he seemed to be taking in everything around him. “Did you have a good night?” I asked him.

He nodded. “Saw tuhtules,” he replied.

I glanced up at Dean, who looked pleased that Rush was talking to me. “We had a movie night in my room. Popcorn, brownies, and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles II,” he explained.

I looked back at Rush. “Raph is my favorite. Which one is yours?” I asked him.

He glanced up at his dad and grinned.

Dean chuckled and ruffled his hair. “He likes Raph, too. I think you just made a new best friend.”

“You’re stealing my woman, little man. Don’t think I don’t see what you’re doing,” Kiro said in a teasing tone as he came up behind me.

I stood up, and his arms circled my waist and pulled me back against his chest.

Dean looked down at Kiro’s arms then back up at me. “So she’s your woman now?”

Kiro bent his head and kissed my temple. “Yeah.”

Dean let out a sigh, then shook his head. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”

Kiro’s arms tightened around me. “I do.”