But looking at him now was like gathering a collection of details I’d somehow missed, assembling them to realize I’d only been half right. Because Hiro wasn’t just strikingly attractive.
He was devastating.
From the sharp cupid’s bow in the middle of his plump top lip to the whisper of stubble darkening above it. I moved on to the faint lines at the corners of his eyes and the barely-there scar below his thick brow that told stories of survival.
How had a man who was already everything become evenmore? And how could he love me?
Reverently, I braced his face between my palms, holding him like he’d done me so many times before. “Even if the world goes back to blurry, I will never forget your details because now I know them by heart.”
His back left the couch, and our bodies crushed together. His lips were ardent, hands possessive as we mashed together, the only oxygen between us unrelenting want. The thick frames of the glasses pressed against my cheeks and slid up my nose as his tongue demanded mine. I whimpered andtilted my head to give him better access, which he took full advantage of.
Between us, my dick grew hard, and I bunched his shirt in my hands so I could tug it over his head.
Knock-knock-knock.
The swift bangs on the door made me tense but weren’t enough to pull my lips off his. Both of us paused in mauling each other to meet each other’s stare.
My glasses were askew, making my attention both sharp and blurry, which was disorienting but not enough to make me break contact.
He eased back first, and I whined in displeasure. A laugh rumbled through him as he took in my disheveled appearance.
“Definitely a little pipgeek,” he crooned, reaching up to straighten the glasses, making the world completely sharp all over again.
I glowered, but he only laughed.
Knock-knock.
The raps on the door were faster this time. More punctuated.
“You got thirty seconds before I let myself in,” Kieran announced from the other side of the door.
“Hold your horses!” Hiro shouted. “Geez. I’m trying to get some.”
I gasped.
Kieran jiggled the door handle.
Hiro’s face went incredulous. “I know he ain’t trying to peep my geek,” he muttered and jumped up.
“Hiro!”
“Don’t worry, Pip. I’ll protect your honor,” he said, dropping me on the couch and covering me with a blanket.
“I’m fully clothed.” I reminded him, but he was already opening the door.
“What do you think this is, some better version of OnlyFans?” Hiro drawled. Then there was a pause. “What the hell ishedoing here?”
I leaned forward to try and see through the small opening Hiro had left, but his body was blocking it.
“Open up, bloodhound,” a voice I didn’t recognize ordered.
“You must be confused. This ain’t Burger King. It’s not your way right away. This ismyhouse. And you can show some respect.”
“Is Haz out there?” I asked.
“Rett!” Haz called back.
“Hiro,” I complained.
