Kiro's Emily

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tears had stopped, but her face was still damp. I hated knowing she had cried for me. I never wanted her to cry. “I was afraid I’d lose you if we did anything,” she whispered.
    Lose me? She thought she’d lose me? God, did she stillnot get it? I was done. She was it. Even if this was all she gave me, the rest of my fucking life, I would be happy. I had her. “I would have become more insane about you than I already am, but losing me? Fuck, Emily, nothing you could do would make me not want you.”
    She bit her bottom lip and frowned. I watched her think that through. When her bottom lip was finally freed from her teeth, I wanted to lick it, but I wasn’t sure I was allowed. “It would make things awkward between us. How could we be friends then?”
    “By awkward, do you mean I wouldn’t be able to let you out of bed or shower by yourself?”
    She chuckled and shook her head no.
    “Then explain that, angel, because I’m confused as fuck.”
    “I mean . . . if we slept together, then what would happen when you had other girls here . . . and I had to see it? You would feel awkward, I think, and I might not be able to handle it.”
    Holy fuck.
    I grabbed her hips and pulled her over me so that she was facing me. Her legs were straddling my lap, and if she sank down, my dick would be snuggled up tight against her pussy. Shoving that thought aside, I cupped her face. I needed her to understand me and fucking believe me.
    “Emily, if I were to fuck you, then that would be it for me. No one else. A man can’t go to heaven with an angel and be satisfied with anything else again. I’d need your pussy and your pussy only. If you’d let me in, then yeah, it would have been awkward, because you would have become mine. Completely. That might have been awkward for you.”
    Her eyes were wide as she listened to me.
    I wasn’t holding back with her anymore. I was done with that shit. She needed to know it all. I had let her in, and I wasn’t keeping her out anymore. Not about anything.
    “You don’t just want to sleep with me one time, then?” she asked, as her small tongue came out and wet her lips.
    I rested my forehead on hers. “In this lifetime, I will never get enough of you.”
    “Will you still feel that way in the morning when you’re sober?” she asked.
    I smiled and pulled her back to my chest. She was right. I was drunk, but that had nothing to do with this. “Why don’t you stay right here in my arms tonight, and when we wake up in the morning, you can ask me that again,” I replied.
    She glanced at the floor underneath us and then back at me. “You want to sleep on the floor?”
    I lifted her and set her on the sofa behind me. “No, I want to sleep on the sofa,” I said, as I crawled up onto the soft leather and pulled her down to curl up against my side. She reached up and took the white fur blanket that was thrown over the back and covered us both with it.
    “Good night, Kiro.”
    “Best fucking night of my life, angel,” I assured her. Because it was.

Emily
    H e was awake. I sensed it without opening my eyes. The warm, hard body that held me tightly hadn’t run away this morning. Part of me had expected him to. All the things he had said last night were hard to accept, but I wanted to believe him.
    “I’m here. Open your eyes, and stop thinking about everything.”
    Kiro’s voice made me shiver. The warmth from his breath was on my neck, and all those parts of me that he seemed to awaken were very excited.
    I peeked at him, and he chuckled. Then he pressed a kiss to my nose. “Fucking adorable,” he whispered.
    I wasn’t sure I liked being adorable. That didn’t sound like someone who could keep Kiro Manning’s interest. He liked sexy. I had seen him in action, and I knew what he was attracted to. I was not it.
    “No frowning. Stop thinking. Talk to me,” Kiro said, his voice now concerned.
    He wanted us to talk and be open with each other. “Adorable isn’t your

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