Something shifts in her expression. Concerned, she whips toward Connor’s room. “I think one of the kids is up.”
“What? No. They sleep like logs,” I say quickly, angling her so she’s no longer facing the house.
Especially not with my team lighting the place up like it’s a rave.
What the hell are they doing?
Pix wiggles in my arms, trying to turn back. “But I saw something?—”
She pushes to her feet.
So do I. And my brain goes straight into emergency override.
I kiss her.
I kiss her with everything I’ve been holding back, because Jesus Christ, this woman can kiss.
She melts into me, arms sliding up, her body fitting against mine like a puzzle piece finding its match.
And for one reckless, stupid heartbeat, nothing else exists. Not the house. Not the shadows. Not the consequences waiting just beyond the moment.
It’s just her and me, and a kiss big enough to rewire my heart.
She pulls back, breathless. “We can’t?—”
“I know?—”
She licks the taste of me from her lips, steadying herself before she speaks.
“It’s called a one-night stand for a reason, Harrison.” Her voice is firm. Certain.
“Right,” I say, still keeping a careful eye on the house.
“I live in LA.”
“Uh. I live here.”
She exhales a small, satisfied breath. Closing the chapter for good. “Then it’s settled.”
“Definitely.” I glance past her shoulder.
Outside, my men slip away from the house, one by one.
“So we’re agreed?” Pix asks.
My full attention returns to Pix. Relieved, I smile. “Agreed.”
Her hands are already at my waist, fingers deft, as she undoes my pants. “Just one more night.”
“What?”
She doesn’t respond. She's too busy, dropping to her knees and taking me into her mouth.
I stagger forward. “Fuck…”
Can I stop this? In theory, sure.
In practice, my body tossed my brain in the trunk and called it a day.
