Huh.

“I just realized something. Would you like to hear it?”

She turned and made an on-with-it movement with her finger and he made the herculean effort not to snort.

“I fight with you.”

“Because you’re a particularly vexing man who is very attached to getting his way.”

He smiled despite his annoyance.

“Yes, I admit that. I only fight like this with people I love. What does that say that we’ve been like this since the first time we met?”

“Are you trying to defuse a fight with this romantic stuff?”

“It just occurred to me. Answer the question.” He’d just told her he loved her, damn it. He wanted her to face that.

“I think it’s probably true that I love you too. And quite honestly you’re too vexing for any other woman with a weak constitution to handle, so I must take this on myself. You know, for the good of the world and all.”

He swooped down and kissed her again, this time backing her against his fridge.

“Miles will be waiting. There’s food and he left it in here,” she whispered into his mouth as he slid a hand down the back of her pants to cup her ass.

He groaned.

“Welcome to parenthood.”

After the last movie they’d both tucked Miles in and headed to his room. She was nervous, which was new for her when it came to Adrian.

She did love him. More than was wise, and not without a hard fight against it. God, how many times had she watched her mother lose herself in yet another man? The way Adrian made her feel had been the first time in her life that she’d understood her mother.

And it stood to reason that since her mother was a featherheaded slapper and each man she’d fallen for was as big a loser as she was, what Gillian felt for Adrian was far deeper.

Because Adrian’s greatest allure was that he was a man who believed in fidelity and commitment. Which seemed funny, given that he was a rock star and all, but he was. A good, strong man who was more than worthy of her love and the return of that fidelity.

He saw through her. Which was exciting. Flattering that he hadn’t run screaming. She wanted to believe everything he said and made her feel.

In the dark, the pale light of the moon outside giving enough light not to trip, his hands found her first, pulling at her clothes, getting her naked. She writhed against him as his mouth was everywhere his hands weren’t.

He brought her to the rug, kissing down the line of her spine. The rustling at her back alerted her that he’d been undressing too, but even so, when he stretched against her, skin to skin, the feel of it made her suck in her breath.

She kept her eyes closed as he laid hot, openmouthed kisses across her shoulders.

“Head down, ass up,” he growled into her ear as he pulled her up the way he wanted. “I’m going to f**k you right here.” His fingertips wet from her pu**y trailed over her ass**le.

She shivered at the darkly sensual promise.

She waited for him as he briefly left her and then returned.

“We good?”

Her answer may have been different before the warm flow of lube over her hole and then the slick fingertip on her clit.

“Mmmmph,” she managed to say in assent as he worked her clit with one hand and stretched her out with the other.

“I want every part of you,” he said, voice taut as he stroked the head of his c**k against her, the cool of the condom against the slippery warmth of her body.

She wanted him to have it just then, even as the burn of entrance rode that line between pleasure and pain.

Being f**ked this way stole her wits. In that act, in the time he began to f**k her and keep her pleasured and open with his fingers on her clit and the occasional slide back to her cunt to f**k her there as he f**ked her ass—in that he dominated her fully. In body, in heart and in mind.

She was utterly his, which is why it worked for her when the only other time she’d done this, it had been uncomfortable and not very exciting. Like something you agreed to because it was a birthday or an anniversary.

Each time he dragged nearly all the way out of her ass, a guttural sound came from her lips as her fingers sought purchase in the carpet. Each time he slid back inside, firing nerve endings she’d not known she had, he won his way deeper past her defenses.

She felt the throb of his cock, the frantic beat of his pulse.

His fingers on her clit got a little clumsy but kept their rhythm. Relentless until she exploded, the inner muscles of her cunt grasping at nothing, body writhing around each invasion he made with the thrust of his cock.

His groan as she came echoed through her body, and it wasn’t a breath more until he pressed in deep one last time and she felt the jerk of his cock, knowing he came.

It wasn’t until he’d picked her up and carried her into his bathroom that she began to rouse from the sexual stupor she’d been in.

It was as he ran the bath, hot with soaking salts included, that she fell totally in love with him. Past the point of no return.

And all she could do was smile lazily at him as he picked her up again and took them both into the bath with a sigh.

“You all right?” he murmured against her hair.

“Yes.” She curved into him, letting him hold her tight against his chest.

“English?”

“Hm?” She hoped he wasn’t ready to get out yet because she might just want to sleep in this bath for a while.

“Your car, the one with all the problems you keep having to fix? Was that your gran’s car?”