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“Please.”

There’s something adorably pragmatic about the way he helps me off the bed, touching me softly like he’s testing to see if I’m still in one piece. And the way he checks the hot water before sliding me under it.

And then, somehow, even though I really, really shouldn’t—I let him lead me back to his bed and pull me under the covers with him.

I don’t remember falling asleep.

We fuck again, a few more times until we’re slow and breathless, before sinking into the velvet darkness.

12

LITTLE TASTE OF HOME (KANE)

Istartle awake after sunrise, the light streaming in through a slit in the curtains.

It’s the first time I’ve slept in for—damn, it must beyears.

Hardly surprising after the night I had.

A man doesn’t have his soul exit his body along with his balls very often.

Even wilder, I slept like the dead while sharing my bed with a strange woman for the first time in a decade.

It shouldn’t be this easy.

It shouldn’t be thisdangerous.

Margot’s still half-conked out, too, all curled against my chest like she doesn’t think anything of staying the night.

Greed overwhelms me when I see this woman in my arms.

Especially when I see her like this, with her hair slightly wavy around her face, loose and tangled in a gold cloud, her eyes peaceful.

She looks too innocent after the way I fucked her last night. Too sweet to be the same girl I defiled.

Getting up a couple times last night to carry the kids off to bed and check on them was hard enough.

Just because I had a good time doesn’t mean I let my duty slip by. I made the rounds alone, checking the whole house, the locks, the windows, and they were all good.

Now, I’m boneless, awestruck and yes, a little scared.

What the fuckwaslast night?

There are no words.

She stirs, stretching like a kitten waking up from a nap. Her eyes flutter open, and I see it when she remembers where she is.

What she’s doing.

Who she’s with.

Her palm flattens against my chest and her fingers curl.

“Hey, you,” she whispers, glancing up at me with a soft smile.

Is there any hesitation? Or is it just my scrambled imagination?

It would’ve been more sensible to part ways after the gravity-defying sex.