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“Gary, that’s who,” I retorted. I should’ve felt bad for giggling with him, but it was hard not to laugh at such an awful first kiss.
“And you kissed him twice!”
“For research! It was for research!”
“What research?” he scoffed.
“I had to know if he was really that bad!” It was worse the second time around. And that single thought had me falling apart in a fit of giggles. “It was so bad.”
“I’m not at all fucking bothered by this.” Killian rolled on his side and tugged on my hip to make me face him. That handsome grin on his face did unspeakably inviting things to my core, and I clenched my thighs together. “It’s every man’s dream to have his wife kiss another man and it turns out to be so awful she ghosts him.”
“God, I’m horrible,” I groaned. “And what about you? Wasn’t there anyone for you?”
“Not a fucking one.”
“You’re telling me you look like that and no one tried?” I demanded.
“I never said they didn’t try,” he corrected. “Hell, Violet touched my dick once.”
“Excuse me?” I exclaimed. Tiny little lingerie model better not have. It only made Killian laugh harder.
“Once!”
“I’m going to kill that little blonde wolf.” I made a playful display of trying to get up, but he caught me around the waist and dragged me back down.
“Get back here, you crazy fiend,” he said.
“I’m going to kill her.”
“Baby girl, it was one time!” Killian replied, but I could barely make out his words as he laughed.
“I don’t care! She didn’t need to touch your… you know!” My cheeks burned as I tried not to say that word in his mother’s house. I didn’t need Maeve to overhear me.
“Dick?” He cocked one brow—damn man. Something so simple shouldn’t have been so sexy. Still, I scowled at him, which was harder to make my face do than it should’ve been.
“That.”
“Say the word.”
“Not here!”
“Say the word dick, princess.”
“She didn’t need to touch your dick!” I slapped a hand over my mouth as the words came out way louder than intended. In a house of wolves, there was no way I wasn’t heard.
“That’s my dirty girl.” He grinned. Stupid man… stupid, sexy man. “And it doesn’t matter. It wasn’t that impressive.”
“I think it’s impressive.”
“I’m a grower, not a shower, baby girl. She got a handful of nothing.” The look on my face made him break down all over again.
“Still going to kill her,” I grumbled. Violet Atwater touched my husband’s dick—separated or not, the tiny little lingerie model didn’t belong anywhere near his dick.
“God, you’re fucking adorable when you’re possessive,” Killian said. His thumb traced the curve of my bottom lip, and my pulse kicked up. The heat of his body, the softness of the blankets, the security of it all. I was overwhelmed by all of it—wanted more from it. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”
“What if I put a donut on your dick and ate it off?” I asked because apparently, that was where my mind went instead of just saying I wanted to kiss him. What in the world was wrong with me?
“That’s a waste of a donut!” He burst out laughing. “Baby girl, you don’t even like donuts.”
