“But where are we going?”
“Condoms are in my room.”
Condoms?
He stops at the base of the stairs and turns to face me. His eyes are lit up—almost as bright as his smile.
“I warned you that I would want you all the time,” he says.
“So you still want me after you just saw that?”
He pulls me into him and looks down into my eyes. “I think I just opened a hell of a box of problems because I want you more right now than I’ve ever wanted you. And I’ve not slept since you got here.”
I flush. “Oh. Well, okay, then.”
“Will you let me inside you tonight?”
I run my fingertip over his lips and smile. “Only if you make me do that again.”
He laughs, grabbing my ass and picking me up. I wrap my legs around him, and he carries me, his mouth on mine, to the bedroom.
And to a number of orgasms I didn’t know were possible.
CHAPTER 20
Chase
So this iswhat this feels like.
Moonlight filters through the curtains that weren’t properly closed in my haste to return to bed. Megan was worried about the mess on the living room floor. She feared that if Kennedy came home unexpectedly, she would look at the pizza boxes and discarded clothing and think someone had broken in. So while Megan soaked in my bathroom after I thoroughly ravaged her, I disposed of my condom and cleaned up the mess downstairs.
“Do you think I should go to my room?” she asks, her voice sleepy. Her arm drapes across my bare chest as she snuggles into my side. “I mean, the answer is yes. I should. But do you want me to go now or wait a little longer?”
I stare at the ceiling and imagine watching her climb out of bed.
No. I don’t want you to go now—or later, for that matter. This is … nice.
I stroke her arm with my fingertips. “It’s not hurting anything for you to stay here.”
She smiles against me.
I don’t fight the grin that twitches along my lips, but I struggle with the lie I just told.
None of this is surprising to me. When Megan stepped out of her car, I knew she had the potential to cause me a lot of trouble. Hell, I might’ve known that when she was still a stranger giving me shit from the other side of a foggy window.
I want Megan in my bed. I want her lips wrapped around my cock again, my mouth exploring every piece of her body. I want to hear her laugh, watch her smile—come home from work, and see her in my kitchen with my daughter. And that’s all kinds of screwed up.
It’s a setup for pain. This is going to hurt—badly, I’m afraid.
And if I don’t play this right, it won’t just hurt me. It’ll hurt Kennedy too.
“What’s the matter?” she asks, yawning.
I pull her closer to me if that’s possible. “Nothing. Why?”
“You just tensed up.”
“Oh.”Did I?“My shoulder is still sore.”
