He’d been jealous all the way out there, and, well, it had piqued. But tonight had been ideal for him. He’d been able to have dinner with the two most important ladies in his life, and then he’d gotten to read a story to his daughter before tucking her into bed. She’d fallen asleep almost instantly.
Now, he’d been waiting in Roxie’s room for a half hour. He was glad she was taking her time. It allowed him to calm himself and to think. Roxie was scared. He wasn’t sure of what exactly, but she was scared.
When that happened, she tended to want to run. Kian just had to be strong enough for the both of them to not allow her to do that. He could certainly hold the burden of their problems on his wide shoulders. He’d be more than willing to do so. He just had to know what they were, first.
She should trust him a little bit by now. He had the power to take Lily anytime he wanted, and he hadn’t attempted to do that. He didn’t want Lily not to have Roxie. He wanted them all to be a family. He just wasn’t sure how to make it happen. He didn’t want to come on too strong and cause her to run again, but he didn’t want to move too slowly, either.
He wished life could be just a little bit simpler at times. But then where would the fun be in that? He heard the bathroom door open, and his heart skipped a beat. The lamp was on the lowest setting, and the moment she walked into the bedroom, she’d know she wasn’t alone. His eyes were fixed on the door.
Kian’s breath was literally stolen from his body when she stepped into the room. Her head was down as she ruffled a towel through her long, dark tresses, her freshly bathed scent drifting to him, making him hard as a boulder.
His arousal poked up through his boxers, which were all he was wearing, and his stomach twitched. He curled his fingers into fists to keep from launching himself through the air toward her.
She had nothing on but a skimpy towel that was barely covering the top of her thighs, and her generous cleavage was about to spill out as she leaned forward. She still hadn’t noticed him when she moved forward and sat on the edge of the bed, her head down as she scrubbed the top of her head.
Her smell was intoxicating, and though Kian had hoped the two of them would be making love this night, it hadn’t been his main objective when he’d gotten comfortable on her bed. He’d wanted the two of them to talk first. He wasn’t sure he had the willpower to make that happen now, though, not when she was so unwittingly tempting him.
“Damn,” he growled, startling her, and she twisted. The action caused the towel around her body to open and fall away, revealing the undeniable beauty of her flesh.
Within seconds, he had her beneath him, and his lips were on hers. His hunger was nearly uncontrollable as he plunged his tongue into her mouth, his hands smoothing down her sides. She whimpered against him as she reached for him, her own need catching fire as quickly as his.
“I wanted to talk,” he said as he wrenched his lips from hers, then dived into the crook of her neck and sucked her sweet skin. “But then you came in here looking like this, and I’ve lost my mind.”
She whimpered as she arched her back into him. Her hard nipples were pressing against his chest, her legs spread wide beneath him.
“Take me. Make me stop thinking,” she demanded.
The pain of her words nearly brought him back to reality, but she arched her back again and rubbed her hot core against him, and he lost his mind before rationality could seep through. She opened her lips and begged for a kiss, and he gladly obliged, sealing their mouths together.
They tore at each other’s skin as if they couldn’t get close enough, and Kian reached between their bodies and freed himself just enough to plunge inside her. He swallowed her cry of pleasure and pounded against her in a frenzy of movement.
He felt her clench around him, and he had to fight not to let go with her. This was too fast. He should have been sated enough to love her for hours. But he desired her so much, he couldn’t get enough. And looking down at her flushed face was making him come undone.
Her thighs gripped him tightly, and he stopped moving for a moment to catch his breath. “More, I want more,” she demanded.
Kian smiled down at her. “You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you?” he said. He leaned down and sucked the curve of her shoulder, leaving his mark there.
“Yes, I want more,” she demanded.
There was a new urgency in her tone he couldn’t possibly deny. Kian jumped up and shed his shorts, his erection wet and ready for more. He looked down at her flushed body and nearly came.
“You better be damn glad I didn’t leave when you so easily dismissed me,” he growled.
Her eyes widened, and then she looked at him defiantly. That only turned him on more. He reached down and flipped her over, causing a squeal to escape her pretty little lips. He reached out and smacked her once on her perfect little cheek, making an outraged squeal escape from her throat.
She wrenched her head around to give him a piece of her mind, but he climbed on the bed, grasped her luscious hips, and slammed himself inside her again, buried so deep he didn’t want to ever stop making love.
Any protests she might have been ready to give him evaporated, and she faced forward and called out his name, demanding more. His hips surged forward, his body making a perfect sound as it slapped against hers. Her ass turned a sweet pink as he pounded against her over and over again. His fingers dug into her skin, and he couldn’t stop loving her.
She called out for more and more, and he gave her what she needed, what they both needed. He climbed on top of her, grabbing her hair with one hand as he pounded against her tight flesh while he reached around her sweet body and gripped her full breast with the other. Her nipple stabbed into his palm, and he felt a massive explosion building.
She bit into the pillow in front of her and screamed as her body convulsed around his, and that’s all it took for him to let go and release with her. His pleasure shot deep within her, and in a few more pumps, he had nothing left to give.
Both of them collapsed on the bed, and Roxie tried crawling away from him, tried putting some distance between them. “No,” he told her, his voice harsh.
She stiffened as he pulled her back to him, her back flush with his chest, her butt cradled in the safety of his thighs. She was tense for several moments, but finally she relaxed. Neither of them had gotten their breathing under control yet.
He didn’t say a word. He knew she needed to process whatever it was she was feeling. She would talk when she felt she could. He wasn’t going anywhere, and he had the luxury of giving her the time she had to take.
This was right where Kian belonged. He was done with letting her push him away, done with accepting her rejection. She was his, and it was damn time she knew it. They were a family, whether they’d chosen it or not, and it was time they started acting like one.
Kian’s hand rested against her chest, and it comforted him to feel her heartbeat begin to slow. He wanted her, still. He would always want her. But for now, he was sated enough to talk to her; then he was going to make slow, sweet love to her, was going to show her with his body and mouth how much she meant.
“I want you and Lily to move in with me.”
The words escaped him before he could stop himself. Well, his good intentions of letting her speak first flew right out the damn window. He felt her stiffen again and her heart rate increase. She twitched against him, but he refused to let her go. It was what he wanted, and at one time, what she’d wanted. He didn’t see why it should have changed. They now had a daughter to think about.