“I don’t run out of here like my ass is on fire,” she objected as she finished with her jeans.

I scoffed. “Bullshit.”

“What the hell’s your problem?” she snapped, her hands propped on her hips, all fired up and sexy as hell wearing nothing but her jeans and a white lace bra. My dick twitched under the sheet as I took in every sinfully sweet curve.

“I don’t have a problem,” I argued just for the sake of arguing. There was no denying I loved getting her riled up.

“You have to be the only man on Earth who can be in a bad mood after sex.”

“You could always stay and try to put me in a better mood,” I added with a smirk.

Navie let out a small laugh and looked at the clock on my nightstand. “It’s already after nine. I hate taking the subway home at night, and I’m not a fan of paying the fare it costs to get from here to my place. You offering to pay for my cab?” she challenged, and I knew she expected me to either pony up the dough or tell her goodnight.

“Or you could always just stay the night.” She just stared in slack-jawed silence. Obviously, I’d just shocked the hell out of her. Using that to my advantage, I sprung up and wrapped my hand around her wrist, jerking her back into my bed. “Stay the night,” I said against her lips as I reached for the clasp of her bra. I wasn’t above using sex to get my way. Every time I touched Navie, she melted into me, and I was planning on taking full advantage of that. The girl heated up for me in a way that had me in a constant state of arousal. I loved it.

“I don’t think—”

I cut her off with a deep kiss. “Don’t think, just stay. I want to be able to slide into that warm pussy in the middle of the night.” Her eyes glazed over and she licked her lips. I just about had her. “Just think about me waking you up with my fingers or my tongue, playing with you, getting you wet before you’re even fully awake so I can fuck you when you’re all sweet and sleepy.”

“Mmm,” she hummed.

“Stay the night with me,” I demanded softly, knowing I had her.

“Okay.”

With a shit-eating grin, I took her mouth, silently communicating what was soon to come.

Rowan and I had fallen into a routine over the past four nights. He’d yank me from my work at 5:30 sharp. Some evenings, he’d pounce on me like a mad man, but sometimes it was slow and sweet. It was impossible to pick which was my favorite. We’d clean up, eat dinner—usually something already prepared by Rosa—then we’d spend a few hours lounging around before going to bed, spending the next several hours not sleeping before finally passing out from exhaustion.

I’d stayed the night with Rowan four times, four times, and not once did things grow awkward once we woke up. I would wake up before him and try to climb out of the bed to no avail. He’d pull me back to him, either grumbling that it was too early, or in the mood to go again—usually the latter. I’d fight him off, climb into the shower, and by the time I was done, he’d be passed out once more, sometimes emitting the most adorable tiny snore as he slept. I’d go about my morning prep before heading to the kitchen to make coffee. The smell of caffeine usually woke him up and he’d come trudging into the kitchen, sleep-mussed and sexy as all get out. Then we’d get into another argument when I informed him my workday started approximately five minutes before he’d pulled his ass out of bed.

Needless to say, I was beyond elated with the way things were progressing. Day after day, my fears lessened with each sweet kiss or heated look Rowan gave me. After a lifetime of not being good enough, of being tossed aside, I finally felt like I had someone in my life who wanted me. And not in the way a man seeks to protect a woman he feels needs it, but in the way a red-blooded man wants a woman. It was something I’d never experienced before. Rowan liked me for me. I was finally good enough.

And if I hadn’t already been head over heels in love with the man, that most certainly would have done it.

As it had quickly become our ‘thing’ after a heated, hard round of kitchen sex the moment the clock hit 5:30, Rowan and I were currently in his living room. He was engulfed in some game on TV—I couldn’t tell you what it was—while I was stretched out, feet in his lap, having changed into a pair of comfy lounge pants and a t-shirt from my overnight bag, with my e-reader in hand, feeding my romance habit. I was just getting to a good part—as in a reeeeeeeeeally good part—when Rowan decided he wanted my attention since his game was on a commercial break.

“What are you doing?”

“Reading,” I answered shortly, not wanting to take my eyes away from the screen and risk losing my place.

“What are you reading?”

I huffed out an annoyed breath, slightly irritated at the interruption. “A book.”

“What book?”

Seriously?

“The Fall Up.”

“Who’s it by?”

“Aly Martinez.”

“Never heard of her.”

“Your loss. She’s fantastic.”

“Is it any good?”

“Jesus, Rowan!” I shouted, plopping my e-reader on my lap and glaring in his direction. “I didn’t interrupt you when you were watching basketball.”

“It’s baseball.”

“Whatever,” I harrumphed with a roll of my eyes. “Can you please be quiet so I can read?”

He didn’t say another word, so I went back to where I’d left off, eager to see what was happening between Sam and Levee. Just as it was getting really good, the tablet was snatched out of my hands.

“Hey!”

Rowan began reading out loud.

“Levee began a frenzied task of undressing me, not even glancing back up into my eyes until she was satisfied with my jeans, boxers, and socks all laying on the floor at her feet.

“Jesus, Sam,” she breathed, dropping to her knees and once again gripping my impossibly hard cock.

“Wait,” I sat up and tried to pull her back to her feet. “I go first. I mean, you go… Son of a…. fuck!” I lost all conscious thought as she dipped her head and circled her tongue around the tip.

“Your dick’s pierced.” Her hand stroked a relentless rhythm from base to tip.

“I… fuck… Ugh.” My muscles tensed as I glided through her hand. “Is it? I thought they all looked like that.”

“So fucking thick.” She went back down for another lick. Collapsing back on the bed, I gave up on my objections.”

“Holy fuck, woman!” he exclaimed. “What the hell are you reading?”

“Shut up!” I squealed, climbing to my knees in an attempt to get my tablet back. “Give it back, Rowan!”

The asshole just kept reading in a poor impression of a phone-sex operator voice.

“Her fingers continuously circled her clit and I dropped my hand to join it. She was soaked and couldn’t help bringing it to my lips for a taste. “Mmmm.” I purred as she lifted her wet fingers to my mouth offering me a second course that I was more than willing to accept.

“I fuck you. Then we’re taking a shower. Then I’m eating you until I get hard again.” I glided my cock through her folds. Her head pressed back into the pillow as she arched off the bed. Bending down, I grazed my teeth roughly over her nipple. “Then we’ll start the cycle over again.”

He was so engrossed in mocking me that he’d left himself open to retaliation. Lucky for me, he’d decided on basketball shorts instead of jeans. Going for the tiny hairs on his legs, I grabbed hold of as many as I could and yanked.

“Oww! Mother fuck! Son of a bitch!”

I snatched my tablet out of the air just as it fell from his hands and jumped from the couch, hoping to escape before he fully recovered. No such luck.