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Or more specifically, about the mind-blowing sex we had on her living room couch three nights ago. She’s absolutely ruined me. I went out last night with some of the single guys on the team and we had women swarming all over us. I had my pick of the ladies to take home and yet I left alone. I didn’t want any of them.
Only Kiera.
Leaning forward, I rest my elbows on my knees, lost in a mental tug-of-war. Move the fuck on or try to see her again?
I understand the dangers of getting too attached or rather, too addicted. Going back for more of Kiera is only going to fuel my need. I know I’m also treading into forbidden territory with Kiera being Drake’s sister. I’m not sure how much of a complication that is, but I have to keep it in mind.
My head lifts and I stare at the TV.
Unmute it or throw caution to the wind?
“Fuck it,” I mutter, rising from the couch and heading for the door.
I’m taking a huge fucking risk, but the allure of Kiera is just too damned tempting to resist. One more night is all I need. Get her out of my system and then I can move on.
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No part ofme is ashamed I’m ringing Kiera’s doorbell at nine thirty and I make no apologies for not calling ahead. I’m an impulsive guy and I do what pleases me.
Also, I didn’t want to take the risk she’d shoot me down. If she does it face to face, I have a better chance of talking her into letting me come in.
The front doors are two-thirds glass with dark-stained wood bottoms. I can see Kiera as she walks into the living room from the side hall, wrapping a robe around herself. She doesn’t seem surprised, so I’m guessing she checked me out on her security app when I first rang the bell.
She doesn’t look irritated to see me, which is good, but I can’t read much on that exquisite face of hers.
“What are you doing here?” she asks after opening the door.
I know one of the things that had Kiera interested in me originally was my boyish charm and confident, flirty nature. I turn that up high, giving her a rakish smile. “Just out and about… thought I’d stop by.”
She arches one eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest. It plumps her breasts and I can’t help the quick ogle. Her stubborn refusal to be charmed has me pulling out my phone. I tap the screen a few times, scroll and then hold it up for her to see. “I tested negative. Just wanted you to know.”
“You could have texted,” she says. “I would have told you mine was negative too.”
“I could have texted,” I murmur in agreement as I take a step closer. She stands her ground at the threshold, but that’s fine by me. I slip my fingers under the belt of her robe and give a playful tug. “But then I wouldn’t have had the opportunity to see you wearing this sexy thing. What do you have under it?”
Her lips twitch and that’s indeed a good sign. She knows exactly what I’m here for and she’s not pushing me away. But there’s uncertainty in her eyes.
“Come on, Kiera,” I murmur with gentle persuasion. “Let’s indulge in one more night of hot-as-hell sex. One more night… no strings attached.”
Her gaze locks on mine, but there’s way too much hesitation in it. I imagine she’s facing the same internal battle I went through not long ago. It seems she needs convincing.
Closing the distance between us, I lightly graze my fingers along her jawline. Her breath hitches at the touch, lips parting slightly. My other hand deftly pulls the loose half knot from her robe belt and I slip my hand in to rest on her waist. Whatever she’s wearing is soft and silky but I don’t dare look away. I need to convince her to let me in.
“Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about our night together,” I say, dipping my head down to peer at her. “In fact, I bet you’ve even pleasured yourself to the memories of the way I fucked you.”
Air gusts out of her mouth, but she remains silent.
“Tell me some of the dirty things you’ve done to yourself while you thought of me. I’m hard right now just thinking about it.”
I’m almost knocked backward as Kiera crashes into me. Climbs right up my body, arms around my neck and legs around my waist as her mouth melds to mine. I groan at the sensory onslaught—her smell, her taste, the way my palms cup her ass—and manage to carry her inside and shut the door without breaking my neck.
No clue where her bedroom is, but I’m sure it’s too far away. I swing right and press Kiera into the wall, pinning her with my hips and the thick erection I’m now sporting.
With one hand still under her ass to hold her up, I dive the other into her hair where I grip it hard. Tugging gently, I expose her neck and scrape my teeth along the tender skin. Kiera moans and bucks against me.
“Wait a minute,” she gasps, and I rebel against the idea she’s putting on the brakes. But when a woman says stop, you stop.
I lift my head, staring down at her.
