“Oh, no.” Guilt flared through her. “Because of me?”

“What if it is?” His thumbs brushed over her nipples at the very moment that his tongue swept over her neck. “So what? All that matters to me is getting you back. The game will always be there. It can wait. Some things are more important than making money.”

Tears blurred her eyes again. Damn it. She was always weeping lately, it seemed. “You think I’m more important?”

“Edie, babe. To me, you are everything.” He nipped at her throat. “My world’s incomplete without you in it.”

He really was the sweetest man. “I love you,” she said around the knot in her throat. “So much.”

“I love you, too. Now come see my other cat. She’s in the bedroom.”

She chuckled. “You just want to get me into bed.”

“Actually, I’m going to take you back to the couch,” he told her, tongue swiping at her throat again. “I’m not about to fuck you with a bunch of cats staring me down. I don’t want an audience.”

Edie giggled. “Really?”

“Really.” He grinned. “So let’s make this quick.”

With his hands still on her breasts, he hauled her into the bedroom. She couldn’t stop laughing, and it felt so damn good to just be wild and free and utterly ridiculous with Magnus. They always had so much fun together. She’d forgotten how much until they’d broken up.

And he’d done so much to win her back. So very much that it made her heart ache with the wonder of it.

Sure enough, Magnus’s bed was stripped of blankets. A corner of one blanket was sticking out from under the bed, and Edie caught sight of a flicking tail.

“You want me to get her out for you, babe? I don’t want you kneeling on the floor with that knee,” Magnus said, squeezing her breasts again.

“No, I’m good,” Edie said, feeling a bit breathless. “I think I want my couch time now.”

“Mmm, that so?”

She turned in his arms and laced her fingers behind his neck, holding him close. “I do.” She leaned in and brushed her mouth against his. “I’m feeling more in the mood for you than for your cats. I can always see them later. I need you now.”

In response, he kissed her again. Soft. Sweet. “I wish I had something better to give you than a shitty sofa. I should have gotten a hotel room. I—”

“A shitty sofa is wonderful,” Edie said, burying her face against his neck. “Because it’s yours and it’s right here. I don’t want to wait to go all the way across town. I want you now.”

He groaned and held her tight. “Fuck, I need you.”

“Then take me.”

Magnus’s mouth captured hers, and this time the kiss wasn’t gentle. His tongue swept against hers, possessive, demanding, and urgent. She moaned against him, entranced by the feel of his lips on her, and barely noticed he was pulling her backward until he shut the bedroom door behind them. Then he was tugging her down the hall, and his hands were pulling at her T-shirt, untucking it from the band of her jeans. “I want you naked, Edie. Naked and laid out for me. I’m going to kiss every inch of your skin and then lick you all over right before I fuck the hell out of you.”

She trembled at his words. “Promises, promises.”

“Not promises,” he murmured. “Truth. Now, get these clothes off. I need those tight little nipples on my tongue.”

She wanted them there, too. Her hands tugged at her shirt, pulling it over her head. Then she was in her bra, and he ran his fingers over the curves of her breasts before moving to her back. He had her bra unsnapped in a matter of moments.

Then she was topless, and his hands went back to her breasts. “I love these, you know.”

She laughed. “How about the rest of me?”

“The rest of you is pretty good, but I love these especially.” His fingers played with her nipples, coaxing them to points. “I love how responsive they are to my touch. How sweet they taste. How heavy they feel in my hands.” He cupped one breast, and then leaned down to kiss the slope of it. “I never considered myself a breast man until I saw these. Then I understood.”

She curled her arms around him as he continued kissing her skin, his hands caressing her breasts. It felt so good to have him touch her. To feel his warmth against her skin. She closed her eyes, relaxing against him.

“I need you completely naked for me, I think,” Magnus said. “I’m going to be selfish and devour you with my mouth for a good while before you get your chance to have your way with me.”

“So selfish,” she murmured. “You cruel man.”

“The cruelest,” he agreed, and flicked his tongue over the tip of one breast. “God. These tits.” He slapped her ass. “I need you on the couch. Now.”

“Sure,” she breathed, and then Edie moved across the room to the new sofa. She sat down on the edge, looking over at him. It felt weird to be sitting in his living room, topless. “I do like the new furniture.”

“I bought it thinking of you,” he told her.

“Oh?”

“Yep,” he said, and sat next to her on the couch. He hauled her into his lap, tugging her thighs over his. “Thinking of eating your pussy while I laid you out on that table over there in the dining room.” His tongue flicked against her lips. “Thinking about sitting here on the couch with your ass on me and my cock buried deep inside you, you riding me.”

She trembled. “And the coffee table?”

He thought for a moment. “Naked sushi?”

Edie shook her head. “Hard pass on that.”

“Guess we’ll just have to save the coffee table for more pussy-eating, then.” His mouth captured hers. “Or you can sit on the edge of the coffee table while I feed my cock into your mouth.” Magnus’s tongue flicked against hers. “Yeah, I think I like that.”

Edie moaned. Even the visuals were arousing. “I think I like that, too.”

He kissed her again, and his mouth devoured hers, tongue sweeping into her mouth. He held her cradled against him with one arm, his free hand cupping and kneading her breast until she was whimpering against his mouth. When she whimpered, he groaned. “No one sounds sexier than you when you’re being pleasured, you know.”

“No?” Her voice sounded breathless, even to her own ears.

“Nope. Those fucking sexy little whimpers, like it’s too much for you to handle?” He cupped her breast, brought the tip to his mouth again, and licked it hard. “Makes my cock ache every time I hear them.” His tongue flicked against her nipple. “Like everything I do to you is going to make you come, and come hard. I love that.”

It wasn’t far off from the truth. Magnus seemed to know just how to touch her to drive her completely and utterly wild with need. Even now, she had a hand over his shoulder, bracing herself as he nibbled on her breast, and she could feel an ache building between her thighs. If she pressed them together, she could feel the folds of her sex sliding, wet with lubrication. She was soaked with need . . . and she still had her damn jeans on.

“Magnus,” she whispered. “Help me take my pants off? I want to be naked for you.”

“Fuck, I want that, too,” he murmured against her mouth. “Want to bury my fingers in that sweet pussy of yours. I want to fuck you with my hand and feel you coming around me, all tight and wet.” When she whimpered, he chuckled. “There’s that sexy little sound again.”

“I can’t help it.” Just the visuals from his dirty talk were enough to drive her insane.

“I don’t want you to help it,” he told her, his hand moving to the button of her jeans. “I want to make you fucking wild so when you come around me, you’re screaming my name.”

Yeah, that sounded pretty damn good to her, too. Edie’s fingers fumbled with her zipper, and then it was down and he grabbed the waist of her pants, shoving at them.

She thought he was going to push her pants off, but to her surprise, he slipped his fingers into the waistband of her panties and pressed them against her sex, seeking out the wet folds. Her fingers clung to his shirt as he found her clit and began to rub it with the pad of one finger. This time, she didn’t care if she whimpered. Magnus continued to whisper words of encouragement at her as he kissed her mouth, sliding his fingers over her clit over and over again, making her buck in his lap.