“I’ve never hated you. Am I angry? Yes. That’s going to take some time to go away, but that doesn’t just rest on your shoulders. I’m angry with myself, too. I’ve made just as many mistakes. The fact of the matter is, I can’t get you out of my head, Selene. I want this. I want you. And I want our daughter. All of us under one roof.”
I search his gaze, trying to tamp down that bursting sensation in my chest. I don’t need to get my hopes up. He could just be saying all this now, in post-coital bliss, but what about tomorrow, or the next day? We’ll need to talk about this when he has a clear head, and sex isn’t involved.
“I’ll have to talk to Luna about it tomorrow.”
“We’ll talk to Luna about it tomorrow,” he corrects.
I smile. “Deal.”
We lie there in a comfortable silence, each of us dissecting the other in our own ways. His eyes are warm as they travel the length of my naked body. There’s the slightest twinge of self-consciousness, but the way he’s staring at me, as if I’m the most beautiful woman on the planet, ebbs it away. The need to cover myself, to hide my body from him disappears.
The muscle in his jaw suddenly tightens, and his brows pull together in a frown of sorts. “How many dates have you been on since Luna was born?”
My stomach dips. “A few.”
His lips thin. He obviously doesn’t like that answer. His stare is unnerving. And strangely, it feels perpetual. “And how many have you slept with?”
My lips part in shock at how up front he is. He asks the question without an ounce of shame. If it were anyone else, I’d be annoyed or put off by this line of questioning. But it’s not anyone else. It’s him. It’s the boy I’ve spent most of my life loving. The boy who is now a man. A man who is the father of my child, and a man who wants me.
I swallow thickly, averting my gaze. I feel the heat settle into my cheeks, and I hate it. It’s always a dead giveaway. “No one.”
“Repeat that.”
“I haven’t slept with anyone but you. Until now.”
My gaze flicks up at the sound of his growl. The breath whooshes out of my lungs at the heated expression on his face. It’s lethal. He leans in, dragging his warm hand around my hip and pulling my body flush with his. I settle my hands on his muscular shoulders, my chest heaving at the look in his eyes. It’s a look that sends a bolt of electricity straight to my core.
“Do you know what that does to me, Selene?” he asks, kissing a warm path down my neck that awakens my body. My nipples pebble against the cool air, and my sex clenches, throbbing with need. “Knowing that I’m the only man who has ever been inside you?” End’s hand glides down from my hip, slipping between my sticky thighs. He pauses when he reaches the apex. I’m damp between my legs. I’m a mess with his cum and my arousal, but he doesn’t seem to mind. With the pad of his finger, he traces gentle circles on my skin, and my core clenches painfully. He’s so close to my sex. All it would take is him moving up a few inches, but he seems content to torture me. He continues as if his proximity doesn’t drive me wild.
A ragged gasp rips from my chest when his finger stills on my lower lips. I’m wet everywhere, and by the look on his face, the heat simmering in his eyes, I take it he likes it. He licks his lips and swipes his finger through my folds, rubbing my wetness over my clit, then dragging it back down to my entrance, which is still leaking with his cum.
His gaze flicks up to mine, something dark, hot, and wanton burning there that takes my breath away. Slowly, he toys with his cum and begins pushing it back inside me. His finger slides in and out, and his gaze flits from our point of contact back up to my face, as if he can’t decide where he wants to look more.
It’s wrong.
It’s so, so wrong and risky, but Christ, it feels so good. Everything about this moment feels so right, and I can’t tell him to stop. I don’t want to tell him to stop. “Knowing that I’m the only