“Poor baby.” André smiled wide. “Are you cranky when you get woken up? I would’ve called but I know how much you like your beauty rest, being so pretty and all.”
“You’re here why?” I was pissed he hadn’t called.
His smile dropped and he turned serious. “Had a little situation in Sunset Key last night. We need to… Dios mios,” he muttered.
Siren walked into the kitchen wearing one of my T-shirts.
André cleared his throat. “Didn’t know you had company.”
Fuck. “Nicole, André Luna. André, Nicole Archer. You want coffee, Siren?”
“Yes, please. Nice to meet you, André.”
André dragged his eyes away from the stab wound on her thigh she hadn’t bothered covering up. “Likewise, ma’am.”
I handed Siren a cup of coffee. When she turned to the fridge to get cream, André looked at me and mouthed, What the fuck.
I smirked. “Hey, Siren.”
André started furiously shaking his head.
I ignored him. “André wants to know why you’re cut up.”
Siren turned around. “I want to know why he’s here before sunrise.”
I took a sip of my coffee. “She’s got you there, bro.”
“Sorry, ma’am. I was in the neighborhood,” André lied.
Siren strolled over next to me. I wrapped an arm around her neck and kissed her temple. She leaned into me and warmth spread through my chest. I trailed my hand through her soft hair and brought my lips to her ear. “You got another coupla hours, darlin’. Why don’t you go back to bed?”
She set her coffee down and snaked her hand across my bare stomach as she turned into me. Her breasts pressed against my chest, her scent filled my lungs and suddenly the air between us was so fucking charged, I couldn’t see past it.
Eyes stormy, cheeks flushed, her face tipped up. “I want to be with you,” she said softly.
“André,” I clipped, not taking my eyes off Siren. “Wait for me in the livin’ room.” My dick straining against my boxers, I didn’t know how much of her sentence was literal and how much was insinuation but I sure as shit was going to find out. The second I knew André was out of eyesight, I pushed my hands into her hair. “I love hearin’ those words pass your lips, but you need to tell me what’s goin’ on.”
Despite me holding her head firm, she managed to look away. “Do I have to?”
“No games.”
Her hands gently braced on my chest. “Last night I felt safe. It felt good…being with you.”
My muscles tensed, my jaw ticked and I shut everything down. “I’m no fuckin’ hero, I told you that.”
“I like you,” she whispered.
The weight of her words went straight to my heart and for one second I let myself breathe it in. Her quiet strength pushed out all the shit in life and filled the voids with her unassuming resilience. That alone should’ve had me running in the other direction but three words and I was sinking. I wanted to drag her into my arms and never let go but she deserved better. If she knew what I’d agreed to last night, she wouldn’t be standing here. “You don’t know me.”
Her hands dropped and she stepped back. “I’m sorry. Forget I said anything. My mistake.”
I was on her before the last word left her lips. I slammed my mouth over hers and sank my tongue into her heat. Pulling her against me, I gripped her hair, pressed her sweet little ass into my hips and kissed the motherfucking word mistake out of her mind.
Stroking her tongue with mine, filling her mouth with my dominance, I took more than she was offering. I palmed her breasts and stroked her hard nipples until she moaned. I pushed her against the fridge, bent my knees and thrust up. My hard dick rocked against her heat, and I growled. I wanted to make her come so bad that I didn’t care about anything else.
“You wanna know what was a mistake?” I shoved up her T-shirt and sucked her nipple.
“What?” she groaned.
“Walkin’ into my kitchen in nothin’ but my T-shirt and fuck-me underwear.” I spun her around and held her against my raging hard-on. “You wanna know what else was a mistake?” I rubbed up and down her ass, dragging my tongue along her neck and biting her ear. “Thinkin’ I wouldn’t follow through just because we got company.”
Her hands flattened on the fridge and she pushed back into me, grinding her hips. “I didn’t—”
I slipped a finger under her thong and her words dissolved into a moan. “You want me inside you?”